The song gave way to silence; the dim lights dimmed and went out; I was left in holy solitude. The dream of life faded away into nothing; not even a memory remained save a faint echo from some unimaginable distance that I could not discern.
Not even my thoughts were left to me—one wants something to think about, and there was nothing, in a way, not even myself. I was neither terrified nor gratified by all this; in a sense, I was so unaware, I forgot, even, that I was. You need something other to know that you are.
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