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or cultures (other Western motives) will<br />
adulterate its propagation. We must be<br />
prepared to face the fact.<br />
Mutations and tremors in the course of<br />
our history never threw us off our course.<br />
They just pro-duced several shoots heading<br />
this way or that. It is not sufficient to say<br />
that Medieval romance and Renaissance<br />
painting, shoots from the Christian tree,<br />
anticipate modern aestheticism; that the<br />
Enlightenment was a foil to Christianity<br />
in that the latter discards any religion<br />
that implies a my-thology; that the TV<br />
icon has to do with representation, or<br />
even information made public; and that<br />
literature is answerable to Scripture these<br />
days when God is dead, and when meaning<br />
died in the process. That would mean<br />
transmission, inheritance or escheat in<br />
the processes of rupture or reproducibility.<br />
And what about secularity? Secular applies<br />
to what belongs to God’s people, to the<br />
members of the Church! Such a mistake<br />
bears witness to the principle of filiation<br />
and of its possible excesses. That is why<br />
the difference between humanist cultures<br />
or literatures and the cultural remains<br />
uncertain and cannot shed any light on the<br />
sustainability of their course.<br />
Such dependence is forever. It makes the<br />
debt heavier as shift follows swing. In<br />
this light, Des-cartes thought of man as<br />
possible master and owner of the earth.<br />
The qualifier implies a divine warranty<br />
of evidence and truth. And even if such<br />
warranty has lost all credibility, we keep<br />
refer-ring to it in whatever action existence<br />
forces us into, in a belief in man that is<br />
closely dependent on it. The models we<br />
use as references can be easily found out,<br />
although they are nurtured differ-ently.<br />
Happiness as doctrine is but a pale copy<br />
of Augustine’s beata vita, in a world ruled<br />
by the cult of the self, lust and a dramatic<br />
rush to personal freedom. Out of fear<br />
of falling short, we are industrially and<br />
busily creating the matter, artefacts and<br />
potential needs for entertainment and<br />
consumption products, certain as we are,<br />
in so doing, of acquiring self-justification,<br />
proof of our existence, and confirmation<br />
that we belong here. It is difficult to<br />
dissociate, to avoid bringing together the<br />
places of interest invaded by tourists and<br />
literature. People switch from one author<br />
to the other, from one newspaper article<br />
to another. Travelling the literary world<br />
does not mean resting in the books that<br />
can never be related to any list. But this<br />
sophisticated universal vocation (some will<br />
call it cosmopolitism), stemming from a<br />
certain idea of religion, also uses the Greek<br />
language when it promotes harmonization.<br />
The aim is to fall in harmony with the<br />
world and with oneself. But ‘to exist’, i.e.<br />
‘to be/stand outside’ implies, above all,<br />
incapacity to be oneself. Both inwardly and<br />
outwardly, we are a prey to alterity, i.e; to<br />
alteration, without any fulcrum, fair game<br />
for whatever silent or humming polarities<br />
are besetting us.<br />
The act of writing ignores the religion of<br />
literature. What we have to turn towards<br />
is the impos-sibility of any coincidence,<br />
of any layered unicity. It expresses far<br />
more than finiteness. It is a rent that<br />
cannot be mended. God, short of a better<br />
word for naming the deity, means just<br />
what it means: the outstanding ray in the<br />
blinding homogeneity of light. As such it<br />
stands as the inde-scribable shaft that<br />
passes through every one of us in our<br />
incomparable existence and the general<br />
wilderness, without stopping. Such a<br />
rupture gives man a chance at the same<br />
time that it makes it impossible for my<br />
being to be one. That is why I see myself<br />
dying every second, and at the same time<br />
am reborn to that experience as long as I<br />
live. Death and Resurrection.<br />
Such living death, rewritable as it is, is<br />
cognate with writing as a phenomenon.<br />
But its law re-mains something odd which<br />
cannot merge into a generality especially if<br />
it complies with a world order which sucks<br />
the lifeblood of all works and reduces them<br />
to consumer goods. A book is a book.<br />
It seeks no recognition except by what it steals<br />
from us. It comes to us but sneaks away.<br />
In the process of kenosis, God reduced<br />
himself to nothingness, emptied himself<br />
of his own self. The word was coined by<br />
Paul (Ph 2:6-7) to relate Christ’s deliberate<br />
humbling in the process of incarnation.<br />
The tendency to recognize a kenosis of the<br />
divine principle itself in the Son made man<br />
gather momentum among the moderns.<br />
Which turns Christian monotheism into<br />
another form of atheism, even if one<br />
acknowledges the unfathomable generosity<br />
of divine agape. In the Torah, God, or the<br />
Nameless One is beyond identity: (I) shall<br />
be / (I) shall be. Is it procrastination or the<br />
coin of the impossible? Already in the Babel<br />
story, the erection of a tower in order to<br />
impose one language on the whole world is<br />
repudiated; incidentally, Babel is the name<br />
Yahweh uses to decree that languages<br />
be confounded and translation made<br />
impossible. Having man name the animals<br />
amounts to anticipating an inevitable<br />
linguistic dispersion among humankind.<br />
For humankind to exist, the condition might<br />
be said to be the impossibility of identifying<br />
and coin-ciding with their words. They root<br />
in their uprooting. One question remains<br />
unanswered for them. Man is impossible<br />
because God is impossible, unthinkable.<br />
The dilemma of man comes from this<br />
impossibility, this dual experience from<br />
which he takes joy while remaining in grief.<br />
The gap remains. All three monotheistic<br />
religions, religions of the Book, may well<br />
have been permanently coping with the<br />
wound which, in Eastern philosophy, is<br />
above all an opening. The trajectories<br />
are different. In the West all moves are<br />
governed by causality and finality.<br />
Literature is part of such a positive<br />
pursuit, contaminated by Christianity itself,<br />
by the Roman heritage and its rationality.<br />
For philosophers, it bears the mark of<br />
the being which God could not do without,<br />
in spite of his being supreme. Allowing<br />
oneself to be caught up in the impossible<br />
opens the way to a thought independent of<br />
the being.<br />
Nothing comes closer to the impossible<br />
than death, unreal, if there is such a<br />
thing and if it even-tually comes. Being<br />
inexorable, there is no access to it. Caught<br />
in the headlong rush of the self, man<br />
destroys himself by endeavouring to<br />
work out the field of the possible without<br />
allowing for the impossible. Man does not<br />
name what is mortal for his own sake for<br />
that would make him capable of death as<br />
such, but because he keeps dying in the<br />
face of himself and of the others, in his<br />
language, acts and institutions. Dying beats<br />
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