For if I try to seize this self of which I feel sure, if I try to define and to summarize it, it is nothing but water slipping through my fingers. There ends all my knowledge, and the rest is construction. This world I can touch, and I likewise judge that it exists. “This heart within me I can feel, and I judge that it exists. Truth can I admit without lying, without bringing in a hope I lackĪnd which means nothing within the limits of my condition?” Principle-I also know that I cannot reconcile them. Impossibility of reducing this world to a rational and reasonable And these twoĬertainties-my appetite for the absolute and for unity and the What resists me-that is what I understand. Mean to me? I can understand only in human terms. That I do not know that meaning and that it is impossible for me Whether this world has a meaning that transcends it. IĬan refute everything in this world surrounding me that offends orĮnraptures me, except this chaos, this sovereign chance and thisĭivine equivalence which springs from anarchy. Of that part of me that lives on vague nostalgias, except this desireįor unity, this longing to solve, this need for clarity and cohesion. What I cannot reject-this is what counts. “What I know, what is certain, what I cannot deny,
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