I must have stood there for some minutes, entranced, with a wordless
awareness that “this is perfect-perfect.”…
Then I was floating on my back in a river of peace, under bridges of silence. It came from nowhere andflowed nowhere.
Then there was no river and no I. The I had ceased to exist … when I say “the I had ceased… to exist,”
I refer to a concrete experience that is verbally as incommunicable as the feeling aroused by a piano concerto, yet just as real-only much more real.
In fact its primary mark is the sensation that this state is more real than any
other that has been experienced before.