In this space of which they are so afraid, human beings learn how to live and to die, in their own mental space, separation, distance and suffering are born. There is little to add to this. The lover hears his lover’s voice over mountains and oceans; over mountains and oceans a mother hears the cry of her child. Love birds, and it binds for ever. Good binds while evil unravels. Separation is another word for deceit. All that exists is magnificent, interweaving, vast and reciprocal.
Atomised by Michel Houellebecq













