And so I awoke to reality, free of any meaning or any search. What could there possibly be to search for? All of Soc’s words had come alive with my death. This was the paradox of it all, the humor of it all, and the great change. All searches, all achievements, all goals, were equally enjoyable, and equally unnecessary. Energy coursed through my body. I overflowed with happiness and burst with laughter; it was the laugh of an unreasonably happy man.
