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How can a poor mystic come to one of these and tell him of the simple mystery? Hence, the strange veilings in which his thoughts are wrapped, the writing--rifted with occult similes and mystical metaphors--that is the native language of the soul. The higher part of man shrinks from kissing his bestial mouth, and so veils her face seven times, that she may move through this world unharmed and recognized only by her own fit mates.

-- Notebooks Category 12: Reflections > Chapter 4 : Reflections On Truth > # 113