12

The ascent felt magical. It was as if some kind of force was taking her to the very heavens, dissolving in their unearthly radiance, dissolving so much that she ceased to feel like herself, to share her own thoughts with the breath of the universe surrounding her. Even these thoughts gradually faded away, disappearing into the distant distance, leaving behind only a pitiful echo of the former essence, a quiet echo of the personality that once inhabited it, which for simplicity it called itself.

But no, only here, at the very top, a belated understanding came to her of how illusory and vain human auto-perception is. No matter how much you peer into the mirror of being, you will see there not yourself, but only your own reflection, dim, distorted, far from the truth. The long monologue in your head is also not you, but only a meaningless echo of external signals migrating through Broca's zone, only through an oversight, taken by you for your own thoughts, insistently sounding between yo
Continue to read this book on the App

Related Chapters

Latest Chapter