In a moment’s flash, I stand in the midst of a vast darkness. There is a dull spotlight on me, and on my clothes. I glance down at my hands and feet. I find myself wearing a white shirt and pants, which I didn’t choose. What’s going on? Fear hits me like a falling tree in an ice storm. I am barefooted, and the soles of my feet are hot. The hair on the back of my head stands up. I am horrified by this vast, empty, wasteland which surrounds me. It’s pitch black. My eyes could not penetrate the darkness no matter which way I turned. It was the complete shutdown of light, except for the dull light around me. This darkness weighed heavily on my shoulders. The darkness felt as if it were brooding and rotating about me. Then, the loneliness, and the sheer depth of my aloneness takes my fear to a
