“He was out there alone with himself, composed, tranquil, adoring,
comparing the serenity of his heart to the serenity of the skies, moved
in the darkness by the visible splendors of the constellations and the
invisible splendor of God, opening his soul to the thoughts that fall
from the Unknown. In such moments, offering up his heart as the flowers
of night emit their perfume, lit like a lamp in the center of the starry
night, expanding in ecstasy the midst of creation’s universal radiance,
perhaps he could not have told what was happening in his own mind; he
felt something floating away from him, and something descending upon
him, mysterious exchanges of the soul with the universe.”
― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
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