I’m as loose as a dried pea rattling in a matchbox, adrift from all my surroundings. Not only can I find here no solid, no surface to which things might stick, but I notice that anything rash enough to approach me is destroyed. I don’t put my hat on my head, but lose both. My food is abolished rather than digested. I am indeed no ordinary hole, but an edgeless and sideless and bottomless mine-shaft into which all comers fall to destruction. The river of the world doesn't flow through me: it loses itself in this immense gulf, and rises from this same gulf a new river.