“It was deep calling into deep, – the deep that my own struggle had opened up within being answered by the unfathomable deep without, reaching beyond the stars […] The perfect stillness of the night was thrilled by a more solemn silence. The darkness held a presence that was all the more felt because it was not seen. I could not any more have doubted that He was there than that I was. Indeed, I felt myself to be, if possible, the less real of the two.” – William James, “The Varieties of Religious Experience”
