" She went her way, then, and left me standing there still as a stone, all filled to running over with the force of what she had put into my mind. It was the thought of Heaven. I thought an unimaginable thought of something I could almost imagine, of a sound I could not imagine but could almost hear: the outcry when a soul shakes off death at last and comes into Heaven. I don’t speak of this because I “know” it. What I know is that shout of limitless joy, love unbound at last, our only native tongue. "

― Wendell Berry , Jayber Crow