Thought does not ennoble us and neither does it differentiate humans from other animals.
I believe that truth has only one face: that of a violent contradiction.
But a sort of rupture-in anguish-leaves us at the limit of tears: in such a case we lose ourselves, we forget ourselves and communicate with an elusive beyond.
You perhaps now know that desire reduces us to pulp.
Naturally, love's the most distant possibility.
The sexual act is in time what the tiger is in space.