Withdraw into yourself and look.

And this is the life of the Gods, and of Godlike men, a life without love of the world, a flight of the Alone to the Alone.

We must close our eyes and invoke a new manner of seeing...a wakefulness that is the birthright of us all, though few put it to use.

Before we had our becoming here, we existed There, men other than now; we were pure souls. Intelligence inbound with the entire of reality, not fenced off, integral to that All. [...] Then it was as if One voice sounded. One word was uttered and from every side an ear attended and received and there was an effective hearing; now we are become a dual thing, no longer that which we were at first, dormant, and in a sense no longer present.

The soul that beholds beauty becomes beautiful.

Become vision itself.

Nature is but an image of wisdom, the last thing of the soul; nature being a thing which doth only do, but not know.