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Continue to ChatWhen the starry sky, a vista of open seas, or a stained-glass window shedding purple beams fascinate me, there is a cluster of meaning, of colors, of words, of caresses, there are light touches, scents, sighs, cadences that arise, shroud me, carry me away, and sweep me beyond the things I see, hear, or think, The "sublime" object dissolves in the raptures of a bottomless memory. It is such a memory, which, from stopping point to stopping point, remembrance to remembrance, love to love, transfers that object to the refulgent point of the dazzlement in which I stray in order to be. - Julia Kristeva from https://whatsmyquote.com/quote/when-the-starry-sky-a-vista-of-open-seas-or-a-stained-glass-window-shedding-purple-beams-fascinate-me-there-is