Coming and going through spilt light at the Victoria & Albert Museum, where dead glories go to live again.
“O moving form of dust! I desire communion with Thee, but thou wouldst put no trust in Me. The sword of thy rebellion hath felled the tree of thy hope. At all times I am near unto thee, but thou art ever far from Me. Imperishable glory I have chosen for thee, yet boundless shame thou hast chosen for thyself. While there is yet time, return, and lose not thy chance.”
Hidden Words of Bahá’u’lláh, Persian #21