And when our discourse was brought to that point, that the very highest delight of the earthly senses... was, in respect of the sweetness of that life, not only not worthy of comparison, but not even of mention; we raising up ourselves with a more glowing affection towards the «Self - same,» did by degrees pass through all things bodily, even the very heaven
whence sun and moon and stars shine
upon the earth; yea, we were soaring higher yet, by inward musing, and discourse, and admiring of Thy works; and we
came to our own minds, and went beyond them, that we might arrive at that region of never - failing plenty, where Thou feedest Israel for ever with the food of truth.
Thus the never - ending waves of part - timers continue to crash
upon the beaches of rocky outcrops (where warm, smooth sandy beaches were held up by recruiters as being their rewards for taking the plunge, part - time or otherwise), only to become quickly spent and washed back out to sea from
whence they
came.