eight o'clock
The nights have , as formerly , continued to be my greatest solace . The years now pass swiftly and fleetingly , for in age one measures the flight of time with a larger scale . I now reckon its flight almost solely by the milestones of my dreams , by the times when I could summon my beloved and was sensible of her presence . In this connection I shall recount one more dream - it was in the late morning hours between seven and eight o'clock . The dream began with a conversation concerning the life after death , in which I tried to convince some one that there would be a fusion of units , not a personal continuation of life , but an absorbing of our individual being into the universal being with complete retention of our memory and our experience . This was clearer to me than ever before . Then all at once came the thought : I have not yet seen my beloved , she is waiting , I must go quickly to greet her .