Vox Humana: Volume 3.

We know that the whole creation has been groaning, as in the pain of childbirth, right up to the present time. No only so, but we ourselves, who have the first fruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for our adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies.

Although I had lost my double in the void, I continued to run, pursuing, perhaps, only the unknown. I then sat in the grey nothing, unable to move, to function. I had nowhere to go, nothing to be'but, strangely, in that grey abyss I began, without precipitation, to take a step toward illumination, a revelation in the significance of my position. I concluded (and retain this belief even now) that the only ultimate disaster that can befall a man is to feel at home here on earth. But this bit of knowledge was tempered with the understanding that knowledge was a vast cul-de-sac, and that the technology derived from it'(And yet another dream, within a dream' Technology was a storm which materialised into a great foot threatening to crush me and all of mankind, and had left me here, eaten up by boredom and inner emptiness like an ancient citizen of Rome)'the technology I had left behind in the great ghostly city was but a dread servitude.