"Neither Beginning nor End nor Now. Only the Voice. The Voice was running. The Voice was screaming. But there was no space to run through. There was no space to hold a sound. The Voice was twisting and turning, but there was nothing to twist against, nothing to turn against, nothing to be restrained or limited by. There was nothing besides Itself. There was nothing besides the Voice. And there was nothing in which to twist and turn. There was no space...