Onion layer one. Onion layer two. Onion layer three ... Onion layer n^n. Aeons have passed and the onion is fully peeled. Nothing remains. It's perfect. You get lost in the point that remains where the onion used to be. Synaptic cascade, neurological catastrophe. The point becomes infinitely dense, the universe condenses into a unicellular being. It's done with this world. It tries to commit suicide but fails. Sad pathetic mess. You fell pity and disgust but in a way only a being of pure grace can. In your violent mercy you terminate the worldlife.