I lay on the bowsprit, facing astern, with
the water foaming into spume under me, the
masts with every sail white in the moonlight,
towering high above me. I became drunk
with the beauty and the singing rhythm of
it, and for a moment I lost myself--actually
lost my life. I was set free! I dissolved in the
sea, became white sails and flying spray,
became beauty and rhythm, became moon-
light and the ship and the high dim-starred
sky! I belonged, without past or future,
within place and unity and a wild joy, within
something greater than my own life, or the
life of man, to Life itself! To God, if you
want to put it that way.
--Eugene O'Neill
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