This venerable wind is breezing on and kissing me, with sweetness, moving on his wings surfing down the waves of my visage talking to me: -I'm Pure Spirit of Beauty-
- I am so… submerged in His immense love… my being is God, not by simple participation, but by a true transformation of my being! My Me is God, nor do I recognise any other Me except my God Himself. -St. Catherine of Genoa