ABSTRACT

Death is the side oflife averted from us, unshone upon by us: we must try to achieve the greatest consciousness of our existence which is at home in both unbounded realms, inexhaustibly nourished from both .... The true figure of life extends through both spheres, the blood of the mightiest circulation flows through both: there is neither a here nor a beyond, but the great unity in which the beings that surpass us, the 'angels,' are at home .... We of the here and now are not for a moment hedged in the time-world, nor confmed within it; we are incessantly flowing over and over to those who preceded us .... We are the bees of the invisible. Nous butinons eperdument le miel du visible, pour l'accumuler dans la grande ruche d'orde l'Invisible [1, pp. 373-374].