What the sleeper sees is...the eclipse itself: not the fiery ring around it, but the perfectly dark heart of the eclipse of being. But this darkness is not an invisibility: on the contrary, it offers the full visibility of what, in front of me—that in front where every image comes to be imaged, every color to shimmer, every outline traced—there is no more "in front" and everything is made equivalent to "in back" or to "nowhere". There is no share of the visible, consequently there is no invisible either. There is no division or partition. Everything that could come from outside or escape to it, all the supposed "messages" and any thoughts, whether they be of the eye or the ear, the nose, the mouth or skin, the nerves, the viscera, the neuron chains, muscles and tendons, wills or imaginations, desires or sufferings, all thoughts without exception do not disappear—far from it! but come to play freely, indistinctly distinct, in the expanse of nowhere...