Retire, reader, into yourself and imagine a slow dissolution of yourself-the light dimming about you-all things becoming dumb and soundless, enveloping you in silence-the objects that you handle crumbling away between your hands-the ground slipping from under your feet-your very memory vanishing as if in a swoon-everything melting away from you into nothingness and you yourself also melting away-the very consciousness of nothingness, merely as the phantom harbourage of a shadow, not even remaining to you.
Bil hadi, irakurle, heure baitan, eta irudika ezak heure burua geldiro desegiten ari dela, argia itzali egiten zaiala, gauzak mututzen zaizkiala eta ez diatela inolako hotsik ematen, ixiltasunean inguratzen hautelarik; objektu atxekigarriak esku artetik urtzen zaizkiala, oinpean zorua itzur bekik, konorte gabean bezala oroitzapenak aiena bekizkik, guztia ezerezean lainotuz doakiala, heu ere lainotuz hoala, eta ezerezaren kontzientzia bera ere, ez zaiala itzal baten irudimenezko oralekutzat, geratzen.