Unless she would come to him, he must remain as nothingness. It was a hard experience. But, after her repeated obliviousness to him, after he had seen so often that he did not exist for her, after he had raged and tried to escape, and said he was good enough by himself, he was a man, and could stand alone, he must in the starry multiplicity of the night humble himself, and admit and know that without her he was nothing.