Lawrence Durrell

Who are they, then, these people? They are those who are born and re-born again unlike the Many. They recognize each other when they meet without a word being exchanged. They belong to the vertigo of nothingness, having emerged from the root of all dissent. The thrust of their souls is towards the moon of non-being, their God is he who no longer exists. How can they hope to make themselves understood? Reason is powerless--for this kind of understanding can only be soundless, wordless, breathless. Its meaning is as precarious as reality itself.

~ Monsieur, p. 119.