Traduit du Français par Paul Aupetitgendre.
Is living the same as accepting nonexistance? Is it a shiver we feel,
while sweating ourselves an fearing that we live but inadvertantly?
Mortifying and punishing oneself, shrinking one’s own surface,
shriveling and begging -several times- for excuses ? No one can
content oneself with nonexistence. Let us consider the fact that one
may definitely wish for it, yet cannot be happy with it, due to the
simple fact that it leaves the only question of men untouched :
nonexistence does not prevent one from suffering.
One will then need to exist. It is a reckless action, and so is
insurrection. Every wisdom that has come into force clearly stands
against such an attempt. Every established power has taken precaution.
Were I to ignore advice and threat, will I not need then, at the very
least and in order to exist, to dig one moment and one place for
myself, somewhere within space and time?