The tongue faileth in describing these three Valleys, and speech falleth short. The pen steppeth not into this region, the ink leaveth only a blot. In these planes, the nightingale of the heart hath other songs and secrets, which make the heart to stir and the soul to clamor, but this mystery of inner meaning may be whispered only from the heart to heart, confided only from breast to breast.
Only the heart can speak the bliss of mystic knowers
No messenger can tell it and no missive bear it.
I am silent from weakness on many matter, For my words could not reckon them and my speech would fall short. (30:2)

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