“Everything tends to make us believe that there exists a certain point of the mind at which life and death, the real and the imagined, past and future, the communicable and the incommunicable, high and low, cease to be perceived as contradictions.”
Truly extremely interesting. In my feverish state I can’t think but it feels as if I was “in” that certain point of the mind.
I ‘ll have to think about these wise words and why I perceive them as a consolation.
Les extrêmes se touchent.