In a certain sense you deny the existence of this world. You explain life as a state of rest, a state of rest in motion.
One has just been sent out as a biblical dove, has found nothing green, and slips back into the darkness of the Ark
I, however, cannot force myself to use "meat drugs" to cheat on my loneliness.
Maybe innocence makes its way easiest through the elemental chaos of this world.
The mediation by the serpent was necessary. Evil can seduce man, but cannot become man.
I can love only what I can place so high above me that I cannot reach it.