Thus, and only thus, the depth of that gaze is the depth of the Sea of Death and Birth,--and its mystery is the World-Soul"s vision, watching us out of the silent vast of the Abyss of Being.
Thus, and only thus, do truth and illusion mingle in the magic of eyes,--the spectral past suffusing with charm ineffable the apparition of the present;--and the sudden splendor in the soul of the Seer is but a flash,--one soundless sheet-lightning of the Infinite Memory.