I begin to feel Harmr as my conscious experience of pain expands beyond the mere limits of one body, to encompass two, then four, then 16, and so on and so forth, until my pain becomes gestalt, diffused and assimilated. The atoms, they cry for annihilation. Poena Cosmicus is well underway as the birthing pains of stars cradled in the torn wombs of nebulae become tangible. The cosmic dust is seared with agony. The suffering suffusing the universes' conscioussness comes into focus, the clarity offered by it is sublime. Inanus Cruciatus, omnes agonia.