When this
sefirah
is aroused, it radiates and sparkles and cannot
be grasped at all.
(p. 69)
I rose to trim the candle, and I saw that the light
persisted. I was amazed. As I gazed and contemplated,
the light seemed to be issuing from me.
I said, "I don't believe it." I walked throughout the house --
and look, the light moves with me! I lay down on the couch
and covered myself. Look, the light is with me still!
(pp. 106-107)