[b]Maurice Blanchot
The authentic answer is always the question’s vitality. It can close in around the question, but it does so in order to preserve the question by keeping it open.[/b]
Wow, is this a brilliant insight or not?
At the moment everything was being destroyed she had created that which was most difficult: she had not drawn something out of nothing (a meaningless act), but given to nothing, in its form of nothing, the form of something.
Help me to understand this.
Thought, infinitesimal thought, calm thought, pain.
Later, he asked himself how he had entered the calm. He couldn’t talk about it with himself. Only joy at feeling he was in harmony with the words: “Later, he …”
Probably true. Though almost certainly not of me.
What if what has been said one time not only does not cease to be said but always recommences, and not only recommences but also imposes upon us the idea that nothing has ever truly begun, having from the beginning begun by beginning again.
Say something, okay? We’ll think this through.
Do not forgive. Forgiveness accuses before it forgives. By accusing, by stating the injury, it makes the wrong irredeemable. It carries the blow all the way to culpability. Thus, all becomes irrepairable; giving and forgiving cease to be possible.
For nothing saves innocence.
Forgive me for forgiving you.
Forgive for refusing to.
The feeling of the uselessness of what I am doing is linked to this other feeling that nothing is more serious.
No, really, think about it.