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when the top gear slips in smoothly and one forges ahead on a wide-open road.
I think I can go a step further in trying to describe this strange, but strangely pleasant, state of consciousness which was spreading through me, spreading along my body and limbs from my head, as quiet ripples spread down from the mouth of a fiord and run up to the shore of every branching inlet. In ordinary states of consciousness we are always aware of making some sort of effort (how much, how often, I have realized since that experience!) to keep steady, to preserve a tiring rigidity. The bellows of the lungs are swelling and drawing at ribs and thorax; packed against them the heart is thrusting and pulling. The coil of the intestines turns, shifts, and sags like a large snake in a sack. The engine of the body, on its frail pelvic bedplate, throbs and drums against its casing. Poised on this casing, with an insecure foothold by the funnel, we try to keep a steady lookout.
Now I had begun to become aware, since I had been looking attentively at the design etched on the wall, and increasingly, as I had been tracing it out, following it serially with my eye, that the quiver of the body had not stopped, but somehow had ceased to require counterbalancing, counterchecking. I don't know how long this-if I may so call it -exercise lasted. I think I must have gone over and around that pattern several times-perhaps quite a number. One thing, however, I was able to reckon; each time a"round" was completed, the tension in myself (how high it had been I had never suspected) was lowered. Finally I could perceive I had reached a certain sea level or datum line, for I no longer felt the slightest wish in either direction-either

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