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—and humility is much more than a feeling, it is reality seen with a minimum of good sense.

Neither do I want my feeling because it prettifies; and could I relinquish the sky moving in clouds? and the flower? I don't want pretty love. I don't want dusk, I don't want the well-made face, I don't want the expressive. I want the inexpressive. I want the inhuman inside the person; no, it isn't dangerous, since people are human anyway, you don't have to fight for that: wanting to be human sounds too pretty to me.

But night falling. And I could not stand the slow transformation of something that was slowly transforming into the same something, only increased by one more identical drop of time.

Ah,how I wanted pain then:it would distract me from that great divine void that I had with you.I, the goddess resting; you, upon Olympus.The great yawn of happiness?Distance following distance,& another distance and another— that unfolding of calm energy, which I did not even understand.That already thirstless kiss upon the distracted forehead of the beloved man resting, the pensive kiss upon the already beloved man.

—You were the oldest person I ever met. You were the monotony of my eternal love, and I didn't know it. I had for you the tedium I feel on holidays. What was it? it was like water flowing in a stone fountain, and the years demarcated on the smoothness of the stone, the moss parted by the thread of running water, and the cloud overhead, and the beloved man resting, and love halted,

Ah, my love, things are very delicate. We tread upon them with a too-human hoof, with too many feelings.

Blessedness is the continuous pleasure of the thing, the process of the thing is made of pleasure and contact with whatever is gradually more and more needed. My whole fraudulent struggle came from my not wanting to own up to the promise that is fulfilled: I did not want reality.

Needing is always the supreme moment. As the most daring joy between a man and a woman comes when the greatness of needing is such that we feel in agony and fright: without you I could not live. The revelation of love is a revelation of neediness—

...we are not useless, we are intensely taken advantage of by God; body and soul and life are for just that: for the interchange and ecstasy of someone.

The great emptiness in me shall be my place for existing; my extreme poverty shall be a great volition.