What’s this terrifying emptiness that dawns on me like a deadly sunrise? Ultimate in it’s absolute truth, this final truth, the limit of what a man can know.
I look around the room and my fear has permeated everything. A black cat blinks his huge green eyes at me. He’s nothing but a pattern, just a natural machine. The world is empty; a ghost ship. Someone walks in and sits down. Her mind is in motion and she speaks, but no one’s there. I’m still alone.
I have looked for knowledge, and when in brief surprising flashes it has come to me I recoil, desperate to escape it.
May 1, 2009
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