In a world where “God never spoke” (5), the man became a zealot in pursuance of hope that drove him and the boy to the edge of death in reach for an unknown destination. The nameless man borne an insurmountable dream for the future, that his son may one day captivate that the way to survival is entirely the illumination of aspirations. Thus, bewildering himself to persist beyond will in this drive, he creates an illusion that intentionally forces him to become unconscious of his impending death and that one day he and the boy will no longer physically be “each the other’s world entire” (6). Yet, though the man chooses to persist in a world where slow darkness falls over everything with human bodies stretched in all vicinity, he internally suffers from the grayness of his heart and the immutable depths of numbness. “Every day is a lie” (238), for the man as he consistently turns a blind eye to the fact that his son sees everything like the eyes of God; but, it is as if he lost his mind to an extent to where he is both