It is possible that his virtue lived on a lack of energy.

The vast and terrible depth." “Of course,” he said. “The inexhaustibility.” “I understand.” “The whole huge nameless thing.” “Yes, absolutely.” “The massive darkness.” “Certainly, certainly.” “The whole terrible endless hugeness.” “I know exactly what you mean.

There is no forgiveness in ONENESS, for there is no offense. No separation.
All Love sees is Love.

Will you tell me how long you have loved him?" "It has been coming on so gradually, that I hardly know when it began.

Written By Jane Austen

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