The center is […] the threshold, mourning, the displacing of the question. The sign of a hole the book attempted to fill, the name of a hole, the name of man, like the name of God.
Edmond Jabes (via heteroglossia)
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In your loneliness, you hear the word from far away and then, in gratitude, look at it so closely that you cannot but drown in it.
Edmond Jabès, El, Or the Last Book
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(via nemophilies)
Little Bristling Soul 