Quotation

"Consciousness - or the lack of it - was a strange thing, fading from one to the other and back again without a line of demarcation and without any direction by him. Sometimes he surfaced a few degrees from total nothingness to a vague and distant awareness of being, and the same vague and distant acknowledgment of the black nothing, and even knowing what it was, distinguishing between the two. Then he'd sink back down, and there was nothing until the tide of consciousness floated him upward like a piece of trash in the sea."