We enter here . . . into an unknown realm, into a foreign realm, the realm of joy. A hundred times less known, a hundred times more foreign, a hundred times less ourselves, than the kingdoms of sorrow. A hundred times more profound, I believe, and a hundred times more fecund. Happy the man who may one day have some idea of it. . . .
A ritual joy all its own incommunicable to the others.A joy of uselessness, of gratuitousness, of superfluousness.The only joy.And all the others are only negotiations.
A ritual joy
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