The world should never have been created, X tells me, it was a cosmic miscarriage. God must’ve felt a moment of horror when he saw what he’d done and what would happen, then withdrawn from his creation forever. Maybe the Gnostics are right, he says, and the world really was created by an evil demiurge. Or maybe the Jainists are right, maybe we need to get rid of all this filthy matter so we can float up into God.
Everyone carries a room about inside him. This fact can even be proved by means of the sense of hearing. If someone walks fast and one pricks up one's ears and listens, say in the night, when everything round about is quiet, one hears, for instance, the rattling of a mirror not quite firmly fastened to the wall.
Notes for a fragmentary novel entitled The Moment, linked at the top of the page.
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