A new sense

Edgar Allan Poe, "Manuscript Found in a Bottle", 1833

A feeling, for which I have no name, has taken possession of my soul –a sensation which will admit of no analysis, to which the lessons of bygone times are inadequate, and for which I fear futurity itself will offer me no key. To a mind constituted like my own, the latter consideration is an evil. I shall never –I know that I shall never –be satisfied with regard to the nature of my conceptions. Yet it is not wonderful that these conceptions are indefinite, since they have their origin in sources so utterly novel. A new sense –a new entity is added to my soul.