The Divine Light is always in man, presenting itself to the senses and to the comprehension, but man rejects it.
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The Divine Light is always in man, presenting itself to the senses and to the comprehension, but man rejects it.
“I’m exhausted, finally, by this mob within me that keeps me from being myself. I suppose one feels the need to be alone in order to grow old and die.”
Claude Mauriac