| < :: [ At this stage of the quest I was literally bedeviled by angels. They stalked and leaguered me,
by night and day. I could not tell the evil from the good...I moved, indeed, in a twilight
zone of tall presences. On these occasions I could not be sure if I had encountered
a ghost, an angel, a demon or God. <> I passed from terror to trance, from intimations - >
of realms unguessed at to the uneasy conviction that, beyond the reach of our senses,
beyond the arch of all our experience, sacred and profane, there was only to use an expression
of Paul's in 1 Timothy 4- 'fable and endless genealogy.' ] :: >
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