Schriftatlas III, 1b
Darkness is not outside of reason; it is the blood of reason, the form reason assumes in sleep… (III, 1b)
Darkness is not outside of reason; it is the blood of reason, the form reason assumes in sleep… (III, 1b)
It is not that I arrive. One never, in truth, arrives altogether, though some, a few, a small few, perceive their nearness as arrival (if only by act of sheer […]
I have crossed an ocean, a hemisphere, and the continents which cleave them, in pursuit–of what?–perhaps scarcely more than some new means by which to see the infinitely visible things […]
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