The eternal silence of these infinite spaces terrifies me.
(Blaise Pascal)
Flowing were times when I seemed to hear the infinite spaces.
Dwindling were times when infinity was still whispering in my ear.
Evanescing were times when marveling droned in my head and hope and I were whisper-talking.
Passing were times when infinity seemed to try to be good.
Now filling up are times when the droning memory of infinite spaces is deafening me.
(Joseph Tasnádi)
