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Yet those words hardly bring back more than a faint last shudder of animal fear. What I confronted, I can at least verbally recall, was something that went beyond all animal shrinking. Everything human in me recoiled from That, as the blind racial life within us flies to the grasp of physical agony rather than be lost in that void of annihilation. Yet the real anguish was caused, I could apprehend, not by a simple unanimous wish to' escape. It was due to the conflict, the peril, being within myself. One part of me longed for the last film to disappear-for eye and ear, or rather that which listened and saw, that which was apprehending already beyond any capacity of response, to comprehend, to grasp and be grasped by that which now beat, an unfathomable ocean, against this last frail sandspit of separateness. One part of me, still rooted in my individual, human, animal life, feared, with that fear which will make the resolute suicide yet struggle as the water bursts into his lungs, that in an instant more my selfhood would be lost forever.
I felt the awful spasm of a creature suddenly made to sustain the pressure of two universes, its frail twofold nature the sole link between two primal energies-that of a life force forever seeking fresh forms and new experiences, forever desiring to forget and to discover, and an utter Being, possessed of all, for being the All, instant and absolute. Temporal and Eternal, for a moment I knew both, and for an instant sustained the anguish of belonging to neither. The small weary words, Heaven and Hell, chart on a miniature globe the two poles between which my being was held, but no words or trace of remembered feeling can now recall the utter force which these two opposites exerted on the atom

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