Rationalism and mysticism are the banks of a river generated by the same spring: they flow in parallel, denying each other principles. Two worlds which will keep fighting until the day when the illusion dissolves, and the two banks join once more around the same lake.
The truth is in the middle, in the stream lapping both banks, taking from the one and the other, mixing, giving back what it took in a balance which will deliver belief to knowledge, but it will give a soul back to the essence of things soon after.
You can see images, you can listen to sounds, you can feel perfumes and sensations. Science will tell you they are just numbers, everything is a number and that is why it exists.
But numbers are unlimited and in the not- limited you can find the illusion of space and time, where everything is possible again. Even the spirit, which is not the reason.