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“But then there was beauty to be seen brightly shining when with the blessed choir, the souls beheld the beautific spectacle and vision and were perfected in that mystery of mysteries which it is to meet to call the most blessed. This did we celebrate in our true perfect selves, when we were yet untouched by all the evils in time to come; when as initiates we were allowed to see perfect and simple, still and happy. Purer was the light that shone around us, and pure were we.” – Socrates