I remember my breath coming in hard puffs punched into the darkening air. The sweat began to ran off my brow and obscuring my vision. I pictured what kind of thing am looking at. I stared at it intensely. I asked myself "Did I have some subconscious notion that this might vanish, move or speak?" I have no idea. Perhaps, I just didn't know what else to do. Anyway, I stared for a long time, not surprisingly, it was quite impassive to my stare.
