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By Jack Joseph Smith
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| out’ of a last coned’ vacuum threw him silent tlrough
the-yellow blindness, , beyond! inte werlde ef bibical
eolor;
THe skatractionw of his sere: Mad tadlt itself? in
coned stages or lowelz, and’ new it seemed ag if he
were winding dewr fren the rounied upward movement
of Jépancee gardens, or the eurving plateaus of for=
mer Aztec cities, Sky wilerstending wae being touche
e@ im aceomprohensive way about his individual, mp
wanmiagly enbedied, end’ cosmic mture, ani the unfer~-
getable pattern, turned now te his clear alinenent
witt the usiversad Tew ef line im apaos, wae resounlp
; ing the-meaming of his journey from darkness to tetal
eyele threugh the- spur cone,
He-peered’ out fren a-position past tauming cool
coler, and’ enbraced’ the all expansive light of blue
Blue-before hia eyes, with the great yellowness be~-
hint hitx new im its seme-former iimencive cirele, X
5 reyed euti te him Pushing at the bask of his: braim,
yet new reugined no fear of a-frezen or boiled body,
, Even stranger than the pulling sensation the sum had
power leashed cut te hits before, was this push of it,
Té Ania the cone had given mint enturanss, eoming
from: the -quality of experience belonging to a:awiteh-
ing illusion) But mow Hewes: beyond, and the awe was