How to call It?

To whom, to what does it so actively wish the very death it cannot itself avoid?

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For the consciousness imprisoned by this separation, this irreversible arbitrary division which acts upon all living earth- species, it is like an invisible rock which must be eroded, a wall that must be worn out, a material illusion that must be pierced: for one must pass, the consciousness must grow and intensify till it dissolves that elusive barrier that reduces all of our advances to pitiful parody. One must cleave it and hew it, this passage and, as far as possible and evermore and from both the sides gouge and bore through it: from the “other side” to this side and from this body in its material space-time to the other side of reality.

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Indeed, none of our human laws is as inflexible, as harsh and absolute as the law of death.

We do not yet exist.

So long as death governs us, we remain the slaves of illusion.

Even our dreams are but a cerebral activity of our animal organism.

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