I came across a beautiful passage in the book : "The Brothers Karamazov"
by:Fiodor Dostoevski
Oh! in his rapture he was weeping even over those stars, which were shining to him from the abyss of space, and he was not ashamed of that ecstasy. There seemed to be threads from all those innumerable worlds of God, linking his soul to them, and it was trembling all over in contact with other worlds.
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