NP: The End of All Things - Howard Shore

I feel as though my insides are going supernova. My mind, my heart, everything within me is in chaos, seeking a way to transcend this existence, this pitiful reality defined by dead wood, dead stones, dead planets. Vision now seems to be through a looking-glass; I don't feel connected, just an observer, a recorder, an alien visitor who understands little of what he sees. But more. It's like my skin will dissolve into pure energy if I let it. My flesh isn't big enough to contain this, but what is it? It is not joy, it is not anger, it is not sorrow, it is not fear. It evades and encompasses such definition. A twisting, crackling rope of pure energy, braided together from both black lightning and white....it's growing still, even as I write this.

Jesus God, what is happening to me?