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Can a good sould tell me what the bold text means?
"This face drew near to me; and the hands pressed mine, and put them to its lips, and my lips trembled. Then we kissed, and the vision dissolved into an ectasy too serene and exquisite to have any object."
Aleister Crowley, The Drug, 1909
A state of ecstasy so serene as to need no object, no reason for being.