"What is it?" and the teacher started up in alarm.
"Just now I attained to a higher degree!"
"How so?" inquired the teacher, still half asleep.
"It sang within me!"
The teacher sat up:
"How so? how so?"
"I don't know myself, Rebbe," replied the pupil in his feeble tones, "I couldn't sleep, and I thought over what you told me. I wanted to get to know the tune—and I was so sorrowful, because I could not, that I began to weep—everything in me wept; all my limbs wept before the Creator.
"Then I made the invocations you taught me—and, wonderful to say, not with my lips, but somehow inside me—with my whole self. Suddenly it grew light; I shut my eyes, and still it was light to me, very light, brilliantly light."
"There!" and the teacher sat bending toward him.
"And I had such pleasant feelings as I lay in the light, and I seemed to weigh nothing at all, no more than if my body had been a feather, I felt as if I could fly."