The search for the means to put an end to things, an end to speech, is what enables the discourse to continue.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm in my right mind. Then it passes off and I'm as intelligent as ever.

The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.

Just under the surface I shall be, all together at first, then separate and drift, through all the earth and perhaps in the end through a cliff into the sea, something of me. A ton of worms in an acre, that is a wonderful thought, a ton of worms, I believe it.

Perhaps that's what I feel, an outside and an inside and me in the middle, perhaps that's what I am, the thing that divides the world in two, on the one side the outside, on the other the inside, that can be as thin as foil, I'm neither one side nor the other, I'm in the middle, I'm the partition, I've two surfaces and no thickness, perhaps that's what I feel, myself vibrating, I'm the tympanum, on the one hand the mind, on the other the world, I don't belong to either.

What is that unforgettable line?

Lick your neighbor as yourself!