In September of 1968, I had a deeply moving spiritual experience. It changed everything. For a minute or two or three — I cannot say for sure — there were no clocks in the timeless. I was nothing but light: a brilliant, pervading, warm, uplifting, out-of-this-world light. And when the room returned, and I found myself back, I knew.
What precisely I knew, I knew not, but the light gave me a glimpse of a higher, spiritual plane. While I had suspected this for a while, I now had a subjective experience — aka proof — that there was so much more to life than meets the everyday eye.