‘The turning point in my life occurred when I first discovered the town
of St Just. What happened to me on that spring day was inexplicable,
but it was an experience that has, I believe, happened to a good many
people. The mystics have found it impossible to describe in detail, and
they use very generalized terms. But once one has experienced anything
... of that nature it is impossible to forget it. And unless one is quite unworthy
of one’s human dignity one must live by it for the rest of one’s life. I have
no idea what caused it, whether it really was the divine and transcendent
visitation that it so clearly seemed to be or merely a freak of one’s chemistry.
But I do know that it was all important and utterly beautiful, a trance that
went beyond logic but never against it, and that I was at home and everything
was mine, loving and tender, the landscape and houses a living thing.’
of St Just. What happened to me on that spring day was inexplicable,
but it was an experience that has, I believe, happened to a good many
people. The mystics have found it impossible to describe in detail, and
they use very generalized terms. But once one has experienced anything
... of that nature it is impossible to forget it. And unless one is quite unworthy
of one’s human dignity one must live by it for the rest of one’s life. I have
no idea what caused it, whether it really was the divine and transcendent
visitation that it so clearly seemed to be or merely a freak of one’s chemistry.
But I do know that it was all important and utterly beautiful, a trance that
went beyond logic but never against it, and that I was at home and everything
was mine, loving and tender, the landscape and houses a living thing.’
David Haughton, a letter to Norman Levine
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