There is no longer a single idea explaining everything, but an infinite number of essences giving a meaning to an infinite number of objects. The world comes to a stop, but also lights up.

What I believe to be true I must therefore preserve. What seems to me so obvious, even against me, I must support.

Thinking is learning all over again how to see, directing one’s consciousness, making of every image a privileged place.

I leave Sisyphus at the foot of the mountain! One always finds one’s burden again. ButSisyphus teaches the higher fidelity that negates the gods and raises rocks. He tooconcludes that all is well. This universe...