. . "Yet there is a light I love, and a food, and a kind of embrace when I love my God a light, voice, odor, food, embrace of my inner ness, where my soul is oodlit by light which space cannot contain, where there is sound that time cannot seize, where there is a perfume which no breeze disperses, where there is a taste for food no amount of eating can lessen, and where there is a bond of union that no" . .