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“To enter into the realm of contemplation, one must in a certain sense die: but this death is in fact the entrance into a higher life. It is a death for the sake of life, which leaves behind all that we can know or treasure as life, as thought, as experience as joy, as being. [Every form of intuition and experience] die to be born again on a higher level of life.”

Book:New Seeds of Contemplation

Work

New Seeds of Contemplation

This book is a compilation of reflective essays that delve into the essence of contemplation, examining its significance in fostering spiritual insight and personal transformation. more

Author

Thomas Merton

Thomas Merton (January 31, 1915 - December 10, 1968) was an American writer, poet, social critic, and mystic. His works covered a wide range of topics including philosophy, religion, and social justice, and were highly appreciated by readers. more

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Love Funny Humour Sweet Date

Book:Love Revisited

Source: Love Revisited

“With a quick thank-you, I focused my attention on the pastry he brought. The flavors melted in my mouth- warm chocolate and melted butter and the flaky sweet crust. This was what I loved about France. A keen appreciation for the simplicity and sweetness of life. The French seemed to savor their minutes along with their food.”

Sweet Taste France Croissant Chloe Sauver

Book:Chateau of Secrets

Source: Chateau of Secrets

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Sweet Glands Estelle Delmonico

Book:Pomegranate Soup

Source: Pomegranate Soup