"It is because we have no words to describe that.

But have I made you feel it at all?
Oh! Mrs.MacNairn, have I been able to make you know that it was not a dream ?" She lifted my hand and pressed it passionately against her cheek, and her cheek, too, was wet--wet.
"No, it was not a dream," she said.

"You came back.

Thank God you came back, just to tell us that those who do not come back stand awakened in that ecstasy--in that ecstasy.

And The Fear is nothing.