was sitting by the big window and staring at the ocean. I had nothing to do. The report, which had taken five days to write, was now a bundle of waves speeding across the void somewhere beyond the constellation of Orion. (Location 3222)
Note: this seems to be much of the implication of the visual images of the book - a feelijg of goodness (see first part of dream) that corresponds to “light” gossamer threads, with nightmarish annihlation of black writhing towers (“looked like murder” - see early geological description from textbooks)
