He also can’t be sure that he has a soul, which would last after death.Then he realized that this doesn’t matter, since the only point in killing himself would have been to see the look on his friends’ faces afterward which, with his being dead and all, would be impossible.It was at that moment that he realized, actually, he didn’t have any.
How does he know this? Because the other day, on a whim, he decided to kill himself, in order to play a little trick on his friends.In a side note, Jean-Baptiste remarks that he has "no friends, only accomplices.".He admits that he’s not quite so lucid as he used to be. He stops when he notices that you seem to not understand what he’s saying.The sky of Holland, he remarks, is filled with millions of invisible doves, looking down at the cities below.He has you stop to look at the landscape, which, with its ashes, gray dikes, and colorless sea, resembles "a soggy hell." Oddly enough, Jean-Baptiste finds it quite beautiful, especially since there are no people around – he is at last facing the vast, empty universe.Jean-Baptiste starts this time by remarking on Amsterdam and claiming that he is one of very few people who can "show you what really matters here.".
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