Strange! that you should not have suspected years ago—centuries, ages, eons, ago!—for you have existed, companionless, through all the eternities.

Nothing exists; all is a dream. God—man—the world—the sun, the moon, the wilderness of stars—a dream, all a dream; they have no existence.

You are but a thought—a vagrant thought, a useless thought, a homeless thought, wandering forlorn among the empty eternities!

Life itself is only a vision, a dream. Nothing exists save empty space and you, and you are but a thought.