I woke up this morning deeply affected by a dream. Your dad died. There was a cassette recording, of your husband, telling you that he had died.
I felt shaken and still feel shaken by it.
We should not pretend to understand the world only by the intellect; we apprehend it just as much by feeling. Therefore, the judgment of the intellect is, at best, only the half of truth, and must, if it be honest, also come to an understanding of its inadequacy.