Another Choice

All of us, all together, at once?

These billions of material aggregates, of individual forms?

A given number of them?

Which number, which proportion?

Or else will it be necessary to plunge into the last insanity, the ultimate rampage and destruction of everything that makes this world a haven?

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We look and look, with eyes that widen, at all that we are manifesting, at all our rules and codes of conduct and our collective contracts – and at our harvests of joy on this already mapped out journey midst all our conditionings, haunted by all our models, in the shadow of certain death.

We watch as these constructions are now emptying of all meaning.

Our obligations, our duties, our debts, our promises – our hopes: what remains of it all when comes the “end”?

And so, why would this nudity not rather be that of a new birth of every moment, the birth of this other gaze that now knows of only one law, a single law?

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Such as we are, in each of our tasks as in each of our commitments, in each conquest as in each attempt, lies within us a diffuse sub-layer emanating from a defeatism that is lodged at the core and foundation of our physical consciousness – for which one term alone is sure, the term of death.

But can we imagine what our relationships would be, their nature, their character, their perspective, if we knew – as we know, without the shadow of a doubt, that our bodies will soon

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