Gradually the flashlight seemed to flicker and die. I felt wavy and mistlike. I understood the meaning of matter and I saw indeed that matter has very little real existence. I felt that I was upon my feet, and they were long columns of imagination having no reality save for endless electric foam. I felt myself moving forward and I felt other disturbances passing between me and around me and through me. Then I saw that scenes were passing before my vision and the globules of vacua that were my eyes seemed to register as they passed through other globules of vacua. I saw what seemed like a tiny planet spinning on its axis, while a strange blue sun shone down and a dozen other planets swirled. I saw a figure indescribable, mounted upon a thing incredible, pursuing the unknowable across a vast and meaningless place. I saw dozens of things like this--none of which can be described. Once I saw a large machine with churning arms and it was all bubbly and yet hard and mechanical. All about me moved a great current and a wave of feelingless substance. Then I felt a beating of forces upon me, I felt a hammering at me and I felt a pressure pushing upon the whirling, imaginary pools of my being and a curious coldness setting in. * * * * * I shivered and looked around. I was naked in the middle of the street; the stars were out and the drone of airplanes audible. People were running up and down and a hose was playing upon the front of a burning building. The wardens were digging in some ruins with crowbars and shovels. A man came running up to me and threw a blanket over my trembling shoulders. "Where'd you come from? Bomb blow your clothes off? It happens." I pointed to the pile of bricks and junk that marked my house. "There's a man buried in those ruins, but he's alive," I said. "Just trapped. You'll have to dig him out." The warden blew his whistle and out of the turmoil three other men came with picks and equipment and began to dig. But it was two days before they finally got to him--and by that time he was dead.