And I Realize How Useless Wails Are

If We Pay No Attention To It, Time Does Not Exist.

For Those To Whom A Stone Reveals Itself As Sacred, Its Immediate Reality Is Transmuted Into Supernatural Reality. In Other Words, For Those Who Have A Religious Experience All Nature Is Capable Of Revealing Itself As Cosmic Sacrality.

Do What He Will, He [the Profane Man] Is An Inheritor. He Cannot Utterly Abolish His Past, Since He Himself Is A Product Of His Past. He Forms Himself By A Series Of Denials And Refusals, But He Continues To Be Haunted By The Realities That He Has Refused And Denied. To Acquire A World Of His Own, He Has Desacralized The World In Which His Ancestors Lived; But To Do So He Has Been Obliged To Adopt An Earlier Type Of Behavior, And That Behavior Is Still Emotionally Present In Him, In One Form Or Another, Ready To Be Reactualized In His Deepest Being.

The Sacred Tree, The Sacred Stone Are Not Adored As Stone Or Tree; They Are Worshipped Precisely Because They Are Hierophanies, Because They Show Something That Is No Longer Stone Or Tree But Sacred, The Ganz Andere Or 'wholly Other.'

Man Makes Himself, And He Only Makes Himself Completely In Proportion As He Desacrilizes Himself And The World. The Sacred Is The Prime Obstacle To His Freedom. He Will Become Himself Only When He Is Totally Demysticized. He Will Not Be Truly Free Until He Has Killed The Last God.