I saw an anomaly smaller than the atom but more devastating – - so small that it wasn’t a hole – so small that it had no dimension – the point which dangles the pendulum of Foucault. It was not that it grew larger and enveloped anything; it was that everything grew smaller and was pulled into it, while the anomaly was unchanged. It had neither the plump character of gorging itself, nor the stretched character of being a portal. It was all that still was – reduced to a speck which neither grew nor gaped. The speck consumed everything – at last, even the fabric upon which it lie. It had no basis for existence – no ground. There was no contrast. The speck was not there. Nothing was ever anywhere
March 1996
