We quote briefly from Dr. Bucke's account of
his own experience:
"I had spent the evening in a great city with some friends reading and
discussing poetry and philosophy. We had occupied ourselves with
Wordsworth, Shelley, Browning, and especially Whitman. We parted at
midnight. I had a long drive in a hansom to my lodgings. My mind, deeply
under the influence of the ideas, images and emotions called up by the
reading and talk, was calm and peaceful. I was in a state of quiet, almost
passive enjoyment, not actually thinking, but letting ideas, images and
emotions flow of themselves, as it were, through my mind. All at once,
without warning of any kind, I found myself wrapped in a flame-colored
cloud. For an instant I thought of fire, an immense conflagration somewhere
close by in that great city. The next moment I knew that the fire was
within myself."
While Dr. Bucke is unquestionably right in his estimate of the fact that "a
new race is being born," as he expresses it, there can scarcely be any
question of individual age, in which the new consciousness may be expected.
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