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When the soul is naughted and transformed ... she is so full of peace that though she press her flesh, her nerves, her bones, no other thing comes forth from them than peace.
—Saint Catherine of Genoa
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We are the same as plants, as trees,
as other people, as the rain that falls.
We consist of that which is around us.
We are the same as everything.
—Buddhist teaching
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