"Question put to nothingness, to the void. Question of the void around
which swarm mad words that, though impotent, are yet master of the
question.
'To question means to be able to wait an entire lifetime,' writes
Heidegger. To write the question, to question the writing of the question,
is even more demanding. It demands going beyond, beyond light, beyond
life, into the very light and life, but into their desert regions--are
deserts not the dust of questions?--harried to death by panting
interrogations, by the recluse clarity of thought and man's arrant word.
Sand responds only to sand, and death, only to death."
-Edmond Jabes, _The Book of Margins_, p. 46.
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which swarm mad words that, though impotent, are yet master of the
question.
'To question means to be able to wait an entire lifetime,' writes
Heidegger. To write the question, to question the writing of the question,
is even more demanding. It demands going beyond, beyond light, beyond
life, into the very light and life, but into their desert regions--are
deserts not the dust of questions?--harried to death by panting
interrogations, by the recluse clarity of thought and man's arrant word.
Sand responds only to sand, and death, only to death."
-Edmond Jabes, _The Book of Margins_, p. 46.
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