I’m in complete revelry and joy and ecstaticism. (This great privilege that is my life) I cannot concentrate, I can neither be in the proximity of misery, nor hear the melody of the prayers from toil. what words do not reach these summits, I shall not receive. My whole body beats and my arms are as wings, now air rushes toward my head. I have only the urge to cast this gladness around me. I welcome to me new things that I might make them cheerful.