December 12, 1959 There are some nights, I had a dream that I cannot forget: a theory of serpents passed before me, marched rather, and each one, as its turn came, reared up to look at me with blazing eyes that dilated: one might say they were two suns in miniature.
What distorts everything is historical culture. One can no longer wonder about God, but on the forms of god; on the religious sensibility and experience, and no longer on the object that justifies either.