If this silence had a sense, it was this:

I am the void!

Of all the things in the world I am the void!

One feels it as if being in something,

something enormous,

an impossibility,

for which there is no owner

and no one who has sent it,

but it's something mad.

I am the void!

Men Livet lever (The Road Leads On),

Knut Hamsun, 1933