he sought endings where only beginnings could be found.
no tower of babel was required. he understood nothing anyone said in any language. not even any of the nonsense he himself continually spewed. but, dumbfounded,might this not have been a heaven too?
his was the surest of paths, futility never needed to be sought. . .
mornings would always elude him —there was simply no awakening. . .
. some sought symbols, but found only things. others sought things, but found only symbols. he, however, remained unsure and would not settle for either. . .
. he suspected that he had entered a new phase—one in which it would appear that nothing,absolutely nothing, had changed…