To choose this or that is to affirm at the same time the value of what we choose, because we can never choose evil. We always choose the good, and no… - Jean-Paul Sartre

I lean all my weight on the porcelain ledge, I draw my face closer until it touches the mirror. The eyes, nose, and mouth disappear. Nothing is left. Brown wrinkles show on each side of the feverish swelled lips, crevices, mole holes. A silky, white down covers the great slopes of the cheeks, two hairs protrude from the nostrils: it is a geological embossed map. And, in spite of everything, this lunar world is familiar to me. I cannot say I recognize the details. But the whole thing gives me an impression of something seen before which stupefies me: I slip quietly off to sleep.

The flesh is the pure contingency of presence.

Varoluş, insanın sıyrılamadığı bir doluluktur.