And then he remained breathless, motionless, petrified for hours, suppressing every thought, all loud breathing, all motion,--for every thought seemed to him but madness, every motion--madness.

Time was no more; it appeared transformed into space, airless and transparent, into an enormous square upon which all were there--the earth and life and people.

He saw all that at one glance, all to the very end, to the mysterious abyss--Death.

And he was tortured not by the fact that Death was visible, but that both Life and Death were visible at the same time.
The curtain which through eternity has hidden the mystery of life and the mystery of death was pushed aside by a sacrilegious hand, and the mysteries ceased to be mysteries--yet they remained incomprehensible, like the Truth written in a foreign tongue.

There were no conceptions in his human mind, no words in his human language that could define what he saw.