“Life is the essence of the invisible. It cannot be seen or heard, touched or felt. It can never show itself to itself, nor is it an intimacy of being. Its obscurity remains in the sphere of night, but it fastens itself to the light of the world. What is visible is the emptiness where it dwells, and the loneliness that pervades it.”

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