"Hence there could be a dark among all dark, a road among all roads, a line among all curved or straight lines. And we do not even need to know it. Behind us, above; before us, underneath: we shall be spotted in our death by a death which nobody could pay attention to and which will never ask anything of us; a death which calls into question everything down to the fundamental principle of all existence, scoffing at it because we sense its incompleteness, offering its own mystery instead; a death which grabs our last chance to restore it to itself as the dark gives the light back to the light; a death forgotten by death, insensitive to either idea or form and ruling a smooth universe. Then nothing has any sense. The question "Who are we?" is superfluous. Nothing concerns us any more, nothing, nothing, nothing…"
— Edmond Jabès, From the Book to the Book: An Edmond Jabès Reader