No, not a soul, intimidating stillness. Uncannily, though, in the midst of all
this, a fire is blazing, lit, in fact, with petrol. It’s flickering, a ghostly
fire, wind. On the orange-colored plain below I can see sheets of rain, and the
annunciation of the end of the world is glowing on the horizon, glimmering
there. A train races through the land and penetrates the mountain range. Its
wheels are glowing. One car erupts in flames. The train stops, men try to
extinguish it, but the car can no longer be extinguished. They decide to move
on, to hasten to race. The train moves, it moves into fathomless space,
unwavering. In the pitch-blackness of the universe the wheels are glowing, the
lone car is glowing. Unimaginable stellar catastrophes take place, entire worlds
collapse into a single point. Light can no longer escape, even the profoundest
blackness would seem like light and the silence would seem like thunder. The
universe is filled with Nothing, it is the Yawning Black Void. Systems of Milky
Ways have condensed into Un-stars. Utter blissfulness is spreading, and out of
utter blissfulness now springs the Absurdity. This is the situation.
