God said, “Come, and I will show you Heaven.”
...
And partly I awoke. It was still and dark; the sound of the carriages had died in the street; the woman who laughed was gone; and the policeman’s tread was heard no more. In the dark it seemed as if a great hand lay upon my heart, and crushed it. I tried to breathe and tossed from side to side; and then again I fell asleep, and dreamed.
God took me to the edge of that world. It ended. I looked down. The gulf, it seemed to me, was fathomless, and then I saw two bridges crossing it that both sloped upwards.
I said to God, “Is there no other way by which men cross it?”
God said, “One; it rises far from here and slopes straight upwards.”
I asked God what the bridges’ names were.
God said, “What matter for the names? Call them the Good, the True, the Beautiful, if you will—you will yet not understand them.”
I asked God how it was I could not see the third.
God said, “It is seen only by those who climb it.”