I am burned on a cross head downward in the thyme-scented gardens of Nero, and I watch with amusement and scorn the torturers at work in the chambers of the Inquisition. "I walk in the holiest sanctuaries; I enter the temples of Venus. I kneel in adoration before the Magna Mater, and I throw coins on the bare knees of the sacred courtezans who sit with veiled faces in the groves of Babylon. I creep into an Elizabethan theater and with the stinking rabble about me I applaud _The Merchant of Venice_. I walk with Dante through the narrow streets of Florence. I meet the young Beatrice and the hem of her garment brushes my sandals as I stare enraptured. I am a priest of Isis, and my magic astounds the nations. Simon Magus kneels before me, imploring my assistance, and Pharaoh trembles when I approach. In India I talk with the Masters and run screaming from their presence, for their revelations are as salt on wounds that bleed. "I perceive everything _simultaneously_. I perceive everything from all sides; I am a part of all the teeming billions about me. I exist in all men and all men exist in me. I perceive the whole of human history in a single instant, the past and the present. "By simply _straining_ I can see farther and farther back. Now I am going back through strange curves and angles. Angles and curves multiply about me. I perceive great segments of time through _curves_. There is _curved time_, and _angular time_. The beings that exist in angular time can not enter curved time. It is very strange. "I am going back and back. Man has disappeared from the earth. Gigantic reptiles crouch beneath enormous palms and swim through the loathly black waters of dismal lakes. Now the reptiles have disappeared. No animals remain upon the land, but beneath the waters, plainly visible to me, dark forms move slowly over the rotting vegetation. "The forms are becoming simpler and simpler. Now they are single cells. All about me there are angles--strange angles that have no counterparts on the earth. I am desperately afraid. "There is an abyss of being which man has never fathomed." I stared. Chalmers had risen to his feet and he was gesticulating helplessly with his arms. "I am passing through _unearthly_ angles; I am approaching--oh, the burning horror of it!" "Chalmers!" I cried. "Do you wish me to interfere?" He brought his right hand quickly before his face, as though to shut out a vision unspeakable. "Not yet!" he cried; "I will go on. I will see--what--lies--beyond----" A cold sweat streamed from his forehead and his shoulders jerked spasmodically. "Beyond life there are"--his face grew ashen with terror--"_things_ that I can not distinguish. They move slowly through angles. They have no bodies, and they move slowly through outrageous angles."