«Thus have I heard. Many times the monad unfolded in the cloth of matter. She was the light, who forgot it was the light. She was the stone, who forgot it was the stone. Appearing in the darkness, she found that everything possible to touch was solid. One angle was equal to another angle. Planes between angles she named walls. The habitable space she named the room. Once she had a dream that other rooms existed behind the walls. They appeared, changed in order, merged and emptied. In the centre was an area with an infinite number of angles, each angle going deep into space, unfolding and enclosing itself. The farther from the centre the rooms were located, the simpler their structure was. Starting up from this dream, she picked up a handful of stones and threw them one by one at the wall, waiting for an answer. The sounds of blows multiplied. She shouted and her scream echoed. Later, the scream became a song. She sang about years spent in the room and it seemed even darkness heeded to her words. Time went on. Visions became more distinct. She dreamed of nameless lands, like she was a wanderer and her legs shivered from the too long walk. In dreams, she saw the ancient temple which she entered, rejecting her thoughts. In the strands of her hair, she confined the memories, struck sparks from stone and lit them up. Strands smouldered, reminiscences disappeared and she became the other. Many forms the monad took before she appeared in the centre room. Where angles folded and converged, she heard the song — it was the chant of unnumbered voices. In one of them, she recognized her own voice. Rooms ceased to be rooms, angles straightened. The monad understood — she is the others. Thus, other monads understood that they are she» Agnostos (The Monadology)