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" The laughter or the tears break out in the vacuum of thought created by their object in the mind. But these moments, like the deeply
rhythmed movements of poetry, of music, of love, of dance, have the power - to capture - and endlessly recapture the moment that
counts, the moment of rupture, of fissure. As if we were trying to arrest the moment and freeze it in the constantly renewed gasps
of our laughter or our sobs. The miraculous moment when anticipation dissolves into NOTHING, detaching us from the ground on
which we were groveling, in the concatenation of useful activity "
― Georges Bataille , The Accursed Share: An Essay on General Economy, Volume II: The History of Eroticism and Volume III: Sovereignty
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" My difficulty: total loss of certainty, the difference between a sculpted object and fog (usually we imagine that it is dreadful). If I expressed joy, I would be off the mark: the joy which I have differs from other joys. I am accurate in speaking of fiascos, of collapses without end, of absence of hope. Yet fiasco, collapse, despair are, in my eyes, light, laying bare, glory. One the other hand: deadly indifference - towards what is important to me; incoherent succession of characters, dissonance, chaos. If I still speak of equilibrium, of euphoria, of power, one will only grasp this on the condition that one resemble me (already). To be less obscure: I crucify myself on my own time, drag my feet on the question, but without any right (without the authority to do so). If I had authority at my disposal, everything within me would be servitude, I would admit to being ‘guilty’. This is not the case: I have no bitterness. Here a deceptive inconsistency is unveiled, inescapably sovereign. "
― Georges Bataille