Level of the bottomless pit

Every beauty is subject to a resentment whose boundaries undermine the longing for satisfaction. If the different imagines itself to be the other, all firmness gives way to softness, polarised in the unthinkable. The play of the caller gallantly sent, distorts the hearing of the listener. Escaped all the favours of fortune, tempted in the madness of seeking. The one whose word touches the boundaries far from power, each one in soundless fulfilment, testifies to the daring of turning away far from the mass image into infinity. There is never an escape from meaning.

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