A medium-sized, ancient room, with white and black squares of marble on the walls and on the floor. The room is completely empty. It has a high ceiling, and it feels very cold. At the center of the floor there is a small hole: I’m standing up inside the hole, with a sense of cold, fear, oppression.
Another time I see the room animated by suspended particles that interact with each other. I feel that those particles are all the ideas in my mind, that their interaction is instantaneously producing new ideas, and that this interaction is inevitable and spontaneous, given the degree of density of the particles themselves. I hear a voice saying “This is the way I think”.