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Isn't the end of mortal longing a wish to behold the divinity with our trustable mortal senses?

...the monotonous muffled sound of the sea that rose from below spoke of the peace, the eternal sleep awaiting us. So it rumbled below when there was no Yalta, no Oreanda here; so it rumbles now, and it will rumble as indifferently and as hollowly when we are no more.

"We are saved not because we are worthy. We are saved because we are loved."

I was going to wheedle her mind right away into the realm of wish and nonsense, where I was so lonely all by myself.

"...The whole spirit of writing is to overcome narrowness and fear by giving order, measure, and significance to the flux of experience constantly dinning into our lives. Out of that din come fear of ignorance, fear of being alone, fear of dying without having defied the brutal indifference of the physical universe. Everyone who writes makes some attempt to face those fears by the very act of writing as best he can."