which is why consistency is not the prize after which I struggle even though I make every effort to make sense. the problem is that the whole revolves around an exquisite point of nonsense and this is nothing that we could or should want to be rid of even though we should in all likelihood dethrone it or at least notice that it does not strictly speaking exist. theology and negative theology meet and annihilate one another and with this both transcendence and ecstasy have no choice but to unwrite themselves at the very point at which they become possible.
then perhaps would sundays be supportable once more. as though they ever were.