however in times to come , when the voice of divine madness ceased to pour from their lips , allowing them some respite and soberness , not one of these men would recall having felt the slightest pain or fear , but on the contrary , they all described that moment , that final sight before becoming sightless , as containing the greatest happiness the mind can conceive , a feeling of knowing at once what life was , and why it was good , and how all existence possessed not just an underlying order but a neverending nourishment of love : love made the world and love sustains it , the white-eyed men would say , and then once more slip into tongues and states of godly insanity .