A mystical experience is not a satisfying one. It is burning. It is a ride on the tail of a comet, freezing, searing - for cold can burn even more than fire. It is not psychologically satisfying to have nightside and sunside meet in a blaze of ice and fire, to understand God as utterly distant and unknowable and yet so close that the comfort of the shadow of his wings can be intimately felt. In this rare, almost unbreathable atmosphere, sunside and nighside are resolved in paradox, and the incomprehensible is yet in some measure comprehended in contradiction.
- Madeleine L'engle "The Irrational Season" p. 147