It was as if I had just stepped out of a void. An emptiness that never existed before... I was afraid of losing my consciousness. Thousands of words had been gathered in my head, and all those words were as if they had been spoken to me. If I had known what it was like to be crazy earlier, I would have declared myself insane at that moment. It left a huge question mark in my head about what I was to me. The fact that I thought and tried to be active and passive and my efforts were fruitless was the proof of my limitedness. At that moment, my thought took me in a different direction. I just started to say. I wonder if mathematics, history, geography, art; what I know and what I don't know, was all this information in place?
At what latitude and longitude, in which hemisphere; in which city and town; my door number; the woman I love; my fears; what I lost; what I hate; what I want to have; the color of my hair; my capacity to think; I started thinking about my worldview and who I am. Were they all in place? Where was I in all this? What is it that makes me me? Am I now in the Real Unreal Time I am in, or am I still wandering through the Whole of Times? Just to be sure, I immediately drew my attention around.
The sun had reached or passed the angle of one hundred and sixty-five degrees. Since it was past five o'clock, he was probably around. After a while, I regained my consciousness. I felt that I belonged to this Time of Untruth I have been in since eternity. Perhaps I had arrived at another Untruthful Real time, and I did not know what kind of decision had brought me into this time.