All is black.
Nothing stirs, emptiness surrounds me.
Like a worm, travelling forward, unheeding of the world,
So life progresses with no meaning.
But in the distance is seen a spark.
What is this that intrudes on the bleakness of reality?
It is another life, like all the others...
And yet not.
Where all the others have passed without touching
This brilliant star intrudes, and remains.

Time passes...
Black is no longer.
Now, there is color, and sound, and all of reality is seen,
As if for the first time.
Then, when all seems well,
A knife flashes.
The light dims, pulses, and fades.
Once again,
All is black.