"I was in total darkness and I couldn't see or feel anything - not even my body - and when I tried to move nothing happened, it was as if I had no form at all and there was total silence. When I tried to shout and contact my men, to my horror I had no voice - all my senses were absent. It was as if I only existed in my thoughts, everything had disappeared except my anguish. I tried repeatedly to shout and yell and to thrash about - I raged with the vengeful fury of a trapped animal but without the body to apply it, so I mentally cursed the world and everything in it with every ounce of my only strength - my hate. But I remained trapped like a paralysed fly in an invisible spider's web.
I became confused, afraid then distraught but I refused to be defeated and after a time I managed to calm myself and gather my composure. I summoned what was left of my shattered will power in an attempt to project my thoughts out to anyone who could receive them. I imagined myself standing on the summit of a high mountain and by gathering all my power behind my thoughts for help, I released them to the world in one intense transmission of distress. I waited then I repeated it and I repeated it a thousand times but there was not a single reply, not an echo - my SOS had been like a radar beam that never came back and I had to accept that I was alone.
During my time in prison I had experienced confinement - I knew very well the daily dread of waking up to find that it was not a dream and to feel the walls squeezing in on my mind along with the stifling proximity of so many other prisoners. But this void was different and at first it felt like I was the only man left alive in the world - but I wasn't really in the world at all and my loneliness was made even worse when I grasped the true nature of my situation.
My call for help had either been unheard or totally ignored and I had fallen to my all time low in the grand order of things, I had been condemned to exile for my eternal punishment. My only companions were thoughts - the thought that I was still me yet I was nowhere - the thought that I had been hurled like a piece of space junk into a black hole and marooned forever - I was just a trail of tiny thoughts drifting silently in a total vacuum."
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