Death, not because that world is a world of nothingness, but because therein is no such thing as indestructibility of substance.
I might, if I chose, die; but death matters nothing to me. To solve the riddle of life, I do not require death. For now I know all. I know that, in that other world, knowledge and ignorance are not incompatible, nor is there in that world any desire to know. And therefore I shall never solve the riddle of life, because I have solved it now.
I know that which no man knows: that to read the riddle, I need not know all things. For there is no Me!
And I am indeed in a world which contradicts our world, but with a contradiction in which negation and assertion are the same.
But in one thing I do believe—the only thing that is.
And that thing is: No!
Such a No as does not contradict Yes, but means what No means, taken together with Yes.
Such a No as Roslawski said to me.
And if I suffer nothing, it is because I belong to a world wherein joy and sorrow are the same.