We replace God as best we can; for every god is good, provided he perpetuates in eternity our desire for a crucial solitude. . . . - Emil Cioran

The aphorism is cultivated only by those who have known fear in the midst of words, that fear of collapsing with all the words.

This very second has vanished forever, lost in the anonymous mass of the irrevocable. It will never return. I suffer from this and I do not. Everything is unique — and insignificant.

What we want is not freedom but its appearances. It is for these simulacra that man has always striven. And since freedom, as has been said, is no more than a sensation, what difference is there between being free and believing ourselves free?