当他将蜡烛放在架子上的架子上穿过房间并点燃灯芯时，他意识到，实际上，他看到的一切都是平坦的表面，就像屏幕一样 - 实际上，维度是一种幻想。一切都是平坦的表面，无论是从架子上的蜡烛还是街道上方的加斯兰普上的蜡烛，光点都是在该表面的穿刺 - 屏幕后面的某人造成的碎屑。然后，他意识到，除了他看到的一切之外
(When he placed a candle on the shelf across the room from him and lit its wick, he came to realize that in fact everything he saw was a flat surface, like a screen – that in fact dimension was an illusion. Everything was a flat surface and the pinpoints of light, whether from a candle on the shelf or a gaslamp above the street, were punctures in that surface – gashes made by somebody behind the screen. He realized then that beyond everything he saw there was an entire realm of blazing sunfire, and that colors were only the silhouettes of people in that realm – walking, eating, dancing, doing whatever they were doing behind the screen)
