He had lost hope in the ability of words to communicate truth. Had lost hope, even, in the purpose of truth. Silence enveloped him. He watched it happen as though it were happening to someone far out of reach. The walls, the ceiling, the sky and the earth began to close in on him. He felt as though he were dying a spiritual death. A cruel death that left the body behind to linger in its own hollowness.
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