The taste of all these lives has opened a yawning pit inside of her. They all hold hunger in their bellies, and it is amplified, sharpened within the crucible of her skull. What is falling through the stone as if it were water before this? What is seeing the boundaries of her little room compared with the whole world stretched out before her? She wants to know all of it. She wants to touch it all, grasp it, bend it before her. The world is vast, and suddenly she is at the pinnacle of it, and she knows so little.
