“I didn't care if I died. If this is how it felt to die, I wanted to die for all eternity—not be dead, necessarily, but to actively die so that I could always feel this way. I laughed—or, at least, I seemed to laugh. Maybe I laughed in a dream. I felt my weight shifting, the sensation of spinning, tumbling, falling. Slowly, slowly I faded away into deep sleep and a darkness deeper and blacker than any I'd ever known. Then there was nothing.”