By means of art we are sometimes sent -dimly, briefly--revelations unattainable by reason.
Like that little mirror in the fairy tales--look into it, and you will see not yourself but, for a moment, that which passeth understanding, a realm to which no man can ride or fly. And for which the soul begins to ache…
Alexander Solzhenitsyn
Nobel Lecture (1970)
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