(…) Some have declared that it lies within our own choice to gaze continually upon a world of equal or even greater wonder and beauty…
“Now,” said he, “look out and tell me what you see.”
Still bewildered, I looked through the window, and saw exactly that which I had expected to see: a row or terrace of neatly designed residences…
I did so. For a moment, my heart stood still, and I gasped for breath. Before me, in place of the familiar structures, there was disclosed a panorama of unearthly, of astounding beauty….
“I believe that there is a perichoresis, an interpenetration. It is possible, indeed, that we three are now sitting among desolate rocks, by bitter streams.
“And with what companions?” (…)
– Arthur Machen in “N”, 1935.