If with closed ears and eyes I consult consciousness for a moment,
Immediately are all walls and barriers dissipated,
Earth rolls from under me, and I float . . .
In the midst of an unknown and infinite sea,
Or else heave and swell like a vast ocean of thought,
Without rock or headland, where are all riddles solved,
All straight lines making there their two ends to meet,
Eternity and space gambolling familiarly through my depths.
I am from the beginning, knowing no end, no aim. No sun illumines me,
For I dissolve all lesser lights in my own intenser and steadier light.
I am a restful kernel in the magazine of the universe. . . .
