The odd thing is, there’s no boundary, no edge. There isn’t vision and then blackness, like you get when you look through binoculars. There isn’t something, then nothing. What we have is the field of vision, and then beyond it less than nothing.” “So?” “So this is what death is like. Less than nothing. Less than blackness. The edge of vision is a good representation of the edge of consciousness. Life, then death. It’s a foretaste, Charlie, and it’s there all day.” “Nothing to be afraid of then,” I said. He raised both hands as if to grip and shake a trophy. “Exactly right! Less than nothing to
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