In the world of Brahman there is a lake whose waters are like nectar and whoseoever tastes there of is straightway drunk with joy; and besides tha the lake there is a tree which yields the juice of immortality.
The spirit in thee is a river. Its sacred bathing place is contemplation; its water are truth; its banks are holiness; its waves are love. Go to that river for purification; thy soul cannot be made pure by mere water.
Where upon, opening the centre of their skulls, he entered. The door by which he entered is called the door of bliss.
Joie, joie, joie, pleurs de joie
Dieu d’Abraham , Dieu d’ Isaac, Dieu de Jacob,
Non des philosophes et des savants
Certitude, certitude, joie, paix.
Blaise Pascal Le Mémorial