My thought trail

Folds onto itself

And in silence

I welcome its completion.

In a void there is a symbol,

Both coherent

And cognitive.

I reach for the space

Where I was

But find only where I will be instead.

Within the permeation

I sense the flood

Slowly flowing over me.

In defiance I break

And writhe to find my self,

But I only find the hollow.

The Book Of Ascension                                                                 Section 164