to feel, within the prodigious swell of this deluge of universal life, the insubmersible persistency of the Self! to look at the stars and say, I am a soul like you! to look at the darkness and say, I am an abyss like you! These vastnesses are Night. All this, magnified by solitude, weighed on Gilliatt. Did he understand it? No. Did he feel it? Yes.
a Dark Night of a kind
