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I saw nothing near the figure, but I did not think it was totally alone. - (Witness of Gor, Chapter 40, Sentence #29)

Perhaps it was only offering its homage to the world, to the environing mystery, that immensity from which we derive, one which spawns us and then abandons us, the unfathomable, uncaring immensity, leaving us conscious in the loneliness, in the knowledge that our laughter and our tears are of no importance, that our sorrow and pain is, in the end, when all is said and done, meaningless, that we are a joke told by accident, a cruel but touching, infinitely precious joke, told by no one to no one. The officer of Treve, Terence, quietly removed the sword belt, the sheath and sword, from about his left shoulder, handing it to the guard, to his right. He would, I gathered, attempt to approach the figure. I saw nothing near the figure, but I did not think it was totally alone. I supposed that many thoughts, or memories, were with it. At such times perhaps one stands in crowds, the crowds of oneself, together with one's infancy, one's childhood, one's youth, one's past, one's present, one's weakness, one's strength, in the lonely, crowded, empty silence. At such times who knows what whispers to one. - (Witness of Gor)