God is the answer, we agree, the only possible answer. But to even approach God we’d have to go beyond each other, beyond our constant warring. To be with God we’d have to become something quite different: we’d have to become God himself. But God for us can only be incomprehensibility. To be with God we’d have to burst out of our skin altogether, together. We can’t begin to do this on our own, we’d have to rely entirely on God. But for us God can only mean our lack of God, unless he were to pull us out of ourselves, out of our dying skin and into himself, something we prevent every minute of every day.
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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