Book: Methodius Buslaev. The first Eidos

In that moment I realized what true beauty is. When the inner and outer merge in perfection, but merge so that a perfect being does not notice its perfection. It is above it. I went to the birch and touched her cheek. Then cheek and ear. The barrel was cool, but somewhere in the depths was felt a tight, warm beating. This is from the roots was the juice, but I perceived it as the heart beats... And me suddenly something happened that never had before. I wept with joy, from overwhelming me senses...
... I was suddenly overwhelmed, flooded. I felt myself in the heart of the seeking, attentive, infinitely good Universe. Like I was standing in the pitch dark, and the top fell a ray of sunshine. And then the first time I completely felt the presence of someone standing above Eden, over the Transparent Areas. It was great, beautiful, infinitely good. Not the sugary kind. Not Intrusive. Not schmaltzy. It was not a lisping, irritating, snotty goodness, which is really not good at all, but a parody of the darkness that tries to muck everything what can not be destroyed. He absorbs everything and at the same time was all. He saw each and every understood. There was nobody whom he hated. Yes, and the hatred seemed a funny feeling next to his overflowing light... a Few seconds later the light gently withdrew, but part of him left in me and lit the wick of a candle that still burns.