“If there is a God, He will have to beg my forgiveness.”
A phrase that was carved on the walls of a concentration camp cell during WWII by a Jewish prisoner (via ancient-serpent)
The state of nausea that precedes vomiting, and from which vomiting will deliver us, encloses us on all sides. Yet it does not come from the outside to confine us. We are revolted from the inside; our depths smother beneath ourselves, our innards ‘heave’ … we are there, and there is nothing more to be done: this is the very experience of pure being.
Emmanuel Levinas, De l’evasion