Yevgeny Zamyatin — We [681]

And I am a crystal, I dissolve in her. I feel with utmost clarity how the polished facets that delimit me in space are melting away, away—I vanish, dissolve in her lap, within her, I grow smaller and smaller and at the same time ever wider, ever larger, expanding into immensity. Because she is not she, but the universe. And for a moment I and this chair near the bed, suffused with joy, are one. — Yevgeny Zamyatin, We, 681

Note

The dissolution of individual ego into the universe is mapped onto physical space through the metaphor of a crystal melting, where the narrator’s boundaries widen until the furniture, the ancient house, and the jungle become part of his own pulse.