Murmurs. Failures.
White wall fissure separates the conscious mind as light abates.
An ecstasy bright burst swallows the surroundings.
An amber mote in the black vault.
"d**h is to lose the Earth you know: for greater knowing.
To lose the life you have for greater life, to leave the friends you love, for greater loving. To find a land more kind than home, to find a land more large than Earth."
I wake from this fever. All is false.