Nothing Is More Necessary Or Stronger In

When My Face Is Flushed With Blood, It Becomes Red And Obscene. It Betrays At The Same Time, Through Morbid Reflexes, A Bloody Erection And A Demanding Thirst For Indecency And Criminal Debauchery.

But A Sort Of Rupture-in Anguish-leaves Us At The Limit Of Tears: In Such A Case We Lose Ourselves, We Forget Ourselves And Communicate With An Elusive Beyond.

Existence As Entirety Remains Beyond Any One Meaning And It Is The Conscious Presence Of Humanness In The World Inasmuch As This Is Nonmeaning, Having Nothing To Do Other Than Be What It Is, No Longer Able To Go Beyond Itself Or Give Itself Some Kind Of Meaning Through Action.

A Judgment About Life Has No Meaning Except The Truth Of The One Who Speaks Last, And The Mind Is At Ease Only At The Moment When Everyone Is Shouting At Once And No One Can Hear A Thing.

Nothing Radically Changes When Instead Of Human Satisfaction, We Think Of The Satisfaction Of Some Heavenly Being! God's Person Displaces The Problem And Does Not Abolish It.