If you talk to a man in a language he understands, that goes to his head. If you talk to him in his language, that goes to his heart.
~ Nelson Mandela
I felt first of all joyous. I felt that which joy is made of, and I realized that Joy itself must have been the impelling force, that which was before we were there, and that somehow Joy was in every part of our making. When the world was an ooze without any shape or direction, there must have been Joy reaching out and expressing itself everywhere.