In a way something similar may our contact with the dwellers beyond fare in our dreams.

My unknown mother may be talking to me in my sleep, and up rises some responsive but stupid dream-cloud of my own, and mingles with and ruins the descended grace.

But it is well to remind you again that the things around us are just as full of marvel as those into which you are so anxious to look.

Our people in the other world, although they have proved these earthly things before, probably now feel them strange, and full of a marvel the things about them have lost." "All is well.

The only thing worth a man's care is the will of God, and that will is the same whether in this world or in the next.
That will has made this world ours, not the next; for nothing can be ours until God has given it to us.