Short Fiction

As ana­lo­gies go, that is a pretty good ana­logy of what I have done; you can un­der­stand now a little of what I felt as I stood here one even­ing; it was a sum­mer even­ing, and the val­ley looked much as it does now; I stood here, and saw be­fore me the un­ut­ter­able, the un­think­able gulf that yawns pro­found between two worlds, the world of mat­ter and the world of spirit; I saw the great empty deep stretch dim be­fore me, and in that in­stant a bridge of light leapt from the earth to the un­known shore, and the abyss was spanned.