A mystic is one who has been cut to the heart.
A mystic is one who has tasted her own blood and kept it in her mouth long enough for it to start tasting delicious.
A mystic is one who has caught sight of something so raw and so holy that he threw all caution to the wind so he could run after it.
A mystic is one who has cursed God and survived.
A mystic has been gripped by her deepest fear and has been ravished in ecstasy by an invisible Pursuer.
A mystic has seen his own corpse and saw that it still moved.
A mystic knows both aching loneliness and blissful communion, sometimes feeling both at the same time.
A mystic craves the fires of hell that they might burn away from her heart what still does not beat for her Beloved.
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