Biographers and scholars agree: he was mad. But does it matter whether he really used to see angels dancing in the trees in his garden, or would spend long evening hours conversing with Isaiah and Ezekiel? Isn’t it enough that that he left us “Proverbs of Hell” and “Jerusalem”? Shortly before closing his eyes he asked for a piece of paper and a pencil so that he could sketch for the last time the face of his beloved Catherine. Beneath her portrait he noted with a trembling hand: “I am certain He exists, since You exist.”
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