There is, in every event, whether lived or told, always a hole or a gap, often more than one. If we allow ourselves to get caught in it, we find it opening onto a void that, once we have slipped into it, we can never escape.
“Death, before erasing me from the world, erases my desire to know the world. What’s the good of seeing if you can’t see everything, or see forever.”
Claude Mauriac
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