"Okay. Start," I said, suddenly making up my mind. I didn't want to die and I would do anything, however wild, to avoid it. When one sits alone in darkness beneath a ruined house and knows that there is no hope, a decision like this comes normally.
All is logical according to the conditions given.
I gave him my flashlight and he shone it in my eyes. Then he started weaving it and repeating what he had said about atoms and electrons and masses of nothing.
I watched him fascinated, and I thought of little whirlpools in empty black space. I saw flashing ripples on a void. I saw lone lights untended in nothingness and reflected from nothing. And I saw that they were glowing from nothing. Light, just light.
I saw a solitary mote pursuing an endless track across a vast area that was utter abyss.
Gradually the flashlight seemed to flicker and die. I felt wavy and mistlike. I understood the meaning of matter and I saw indeed that matter has very little real existence.
I felt that I was upon my feet, and they were long columns of imagination having no reality save for endless electric foam.
I felt myself moving forward and I felt other disturbances passing between me and around me and through me.
Then I saw that scenes were passing before my vision and the globules of vacua that were my eyes seemed to register as they passed through other globules of vacua.
I saw what seemed like a tiny planet spinning on its axis, while a strange blue sun shone down and a dozen other planets swirled.