Presently, with drumming ears and eyes before which strange lights seemed to play, Morris staggered from the place, so weak, indeed, that he could scarcely thrust one foot before the other.

Yet his heart was filled with a mad joy, and his brain was drunken with the deep cup of a delight and a knowledge that have seldom been given to man.
On other nights the visions were different.

Thus he saw the spirits of men going out and returning, and among them his own slumbering spirit that a vast and shadowy Stella bore in her arms as a mother bears a babe.
He saw also the Vision of Numbers.

All the infinite inhabitants of all the infinite worlds passed before him, marching through the ages to some end unknown.

Once, too, his mind was opened, and he understood the explanation of Evil and the Reason of Things.