Where was he? -one tiny upright speck of flesh, less than an ear of wheat lost in the field. He could not bear it. On every side the immense dark silence seemed pressing him, so tiny a spark, into extinction, and yet, almost nothing, he could not be extinct. Night, in which everything was lost, went reaching out... So much, and himself, infinitesimal, at the core a nothingness, and yet not nothing.
"Mother!" he whispered- ""mother!"