…“When a loved one has been taken, she haunts the memory of him who weeps till the image imprinted on the heart is reflected on the curtain
of the eye. Her vision appear, not when he is quite asleep, as in an ordinary
dream, but as he is passing into sleep. He meets her in the twilight land which divides the world of darkness from
the world of day. He sees her form distinctly;
he hears the accents of her sweet and gentle voice; he feels the
pressure of her lips upon his own. He awake, and the illusion is dispelled; yet
with some it is so complete that they firmly believe it was the spirit whom
they saw.“
On Religion, by Winwood Reade
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When we are to feele so little as a being - there would be allway someone to take a walk along with us...
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When we are to feele so little as a being - there would be allway someone to take a walk along with us...
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