"My life is a crystal teardrop. There are snowflakes falling in the teardrop and little figures trudging in slow motion."

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The soul of man, left to its own natural level, is a potentially lucid crystal left in darkness. It is perfect in its own nature, but it lacks something that it can only receive from outside and above itself. But when the light shines in it, it becomes in a manner transformed into light and seems to lose its nature in the splendor of a higher nature, the nature of the light that is in it.

— Thomas Merton