Floating like Cartesian devils in the half-light of unreality

City Center (Thus We Squander The Most Genuine Of Longings) ©MAIERMOUL
City Center (Thus We Squander The Most Genuine Of Longings) ©MAIERMOUL

For some reason, monsters manage to escape the net that brings humans to the surface. They remain floating like Cartesian devils in the half-light of unreality.

Perfections, on the contrary, are all different: perfection itself is the perfection of full expression of difference. This is why cultivating perfection means collaborating with what a young disciple once defined as the task we should dedicate our lives to: giving birth to the individual.

After a certain age, doubt threatens the perfection of the body.

Perfection becomes a longing, sometimes all-consuming. We would do anything to achieve it, we really would: any diet, any exercise. We would not shrink from any effort. But we don’t know what that “anything” is and have no way of finding out. If we ask ten people, we get ten different answers.

And thus we squander the most genuine of longings.

– Cesar Aira, The Literary Conference