4 (french) Werber, Bernard

The closer we get, the more the halo of light grows,
revealing other circles inside. Felix had reason: it’s not a
crown but a funnel. We differs from sinking into a corridor
walls that do ceases to stretch.
I stretch my arms towards transparent Rose, far.
We reach a beach. Around and in front there like a sea of
neon blue, barely illuminated by a sparkling sunset. In
addition to mph, I is approaching waves. By the way, they
send me a soft power, comforting and invigorating. I am
here. I’m better than anywhere else before.
I then a scary thought: Rose is right to darken, we are
wrong to want to return to the world.
I was shaking. My wife comes out of my field of vision. We
rush our pace with our thought. S one of us thinks and
everyone knows what in the mind.
I accelerate again. This huge country, I would nevertheless
willingly traveled for days at leisure and
months. I had never seen such crazy sensations. car :
racing motorcycle, the highest diving board, nothing beats
this intoxication of victory and speed.
I sink, I sink, I slip, I pour out to the source central