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I went to sleep in Chaos, and then I awoke like the first man.
I am in a bed, in a room. There is no noise -- a tragedy of calm, and horizons close and massive. The bed which imprisons me is one of a row that I can see, opposite another row. A long floor goes in stripes as far as the distant door. There are tall windows, and daylight wrapped in linen. That is all which exists. I have always been here, I shall end here.