"It was at this time that I experienced the trance or "kayak disease" or whatever it is. I sat in my kayak day after day waiting for seals. The water was, as the natives say, "merely oil" (becalmed). The air was calm as an empty room and the sun like liquid fire on the glass of the sea. The hunter must not move for the slightest shift of his body will disturb the small craft and frighten the seals away.
It is then that the mind begins to wander crazily. I dreamt without sleeping (my italics), resurrected forgotten episodes from my childhood. Suddenly great mysteries became for the moment plain to me. I realized I was in an abnormal, or supernormal, state and reveled in it. I cannot explain the feeling exactly, but it seemed that my soul, or spirit, or what you will, was released from my body, my life and obligations, and it soared impersonally, viewing everything as a whole. I was at home in Denmark and saw al my people once more. I asked myself whether I had grown tired of the life I elected to live, and answered no, for I was not. Still, I realized that I was not such an enthusuastic hunter and adventurer as I had believed.
I remember that I told myself that I must stop this dreaming, but I remember also that I did not tell myself this until it was no more a temptation to do so. I have often wondered if this was a touch of brain fever, or "kayak disease"- or merely a state which everyone experiences at one time or another. I have never known, and no one seems willing to talk about it. But I do know that on sunny days, sitting in a kayak on the surface of a still sea, I approached a comprehension of mysteries otherwise denied me."