Well, many months ago a friend of mine (who’s here tonight) shared with me an experience of his. He rose early one morning in a semi-sleep and went to his bedroom window and looked out over the entire city…he’s quite high in the hills. In this semi-sleep state the outline of the buildings became fuzzy and all the buildings seemed to mingle and to fuse. And in a strange way there was a certain intensity as he looked. As it increased, they all kept…they became fused and yet they kept their identity. But this strange thing that seemed so dead when you first saw it turned into a pulsing living life. Then from life the intensity continued. As it increased it turned into joy, and then it still increased and turned into love. And the whole vast city that a moment before was simply dead, inanimate object—buildings, fences, streets, the cobblestones in his patio below—all became alive, pulsing throbbing life; then, at a greater intensity, joy, and at a still greater intensity, love. Then, said he, “Beyond this point, Neville, there are not words to describe it…I can’t describe beyond that point.”841 ¶4