CHAPTER 48
My name is Matthew, my name is…
A familiar presence. Always here. Forgotten…
Softly encircled, I cannot move, I must…
Whose life?
My name…is…
I…must?
All around me, flowing through me, I close my eyes, but no darkness waits…and then, it is all here, every piece and particle unbound by space or plan, wordless and awful in its coiled infinity and, in my terror, beautiful beyond bearing.
Something opens…
I am…everyone…everything…everywhere…always…