We watch things pass by in order to forget that they are watching us die. - Joë Bousquet

Adapted to the life whose phemomena it reflects, thought forbids itself to form a part of its totality. We see only the fact in a fact, we forbid ourselves to discover in it an episode of a life doomed to death.
Our thought does not choose to be the thought of our life. We watch things pass by in order to forget that they are watching us die.

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If only my existence, like that of a tree, were the fixity of a site... Or else, like that of my mind, the obliteration of all sites. but I am like that passer-by over there; watch him walk, he seems to be running after a car. He is himself, as the feather that flies is a bird.

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.. The whole house is changed, and seems to grow and fall silent, to construct around me a solitude in which the mounting silence of space introduces the majesty and the seething of a sea. A word that comes to my lips completes my fascination with the vision of this structure suddenly open to the invisible and to the void. This word is: absence.