Human Entirety Can Only Be What It

Entirety Exists Within Me As Exuberance In Empty Longing In The Desire To Burn With Desire.

By Inner Experience I Understand That Which One Usually Calls Mystical Experience: The States Of Ecstasy, Of Rapture, At Least Of Meditated Emotion. But I Am Thinking Less Of Confessional Experience, To Which One Has Had To Adhere Up To Now, That Of An Experience Laid Bare, Free Of Ties, Even Of An Origin, Of Any Confession Whatever. This Is Why I Don't Like The Word Mystical.

Life Has Always Taken Place In A Tumult Without Apparent Cohesion, But It Only Finds Its Grandeur And Its Reality In Ecstasy And In Ecstatic Love.

Though The Immediate Impression Of Rebellion May Obscure The Fact, The Task Of Authentic Literature Is Nevertheless Only Conceivable In Terms Of A Desire For Fundamental Communication With The Reader.

The Preceding Criticism Justifies The Following Definition Of The Entire Human: Human Existence As The Life Of "unmotivated" Celebration, Celebration In All Meaning Of The Word: Laughter, Dancing, Orgy, The Rejection Of Subordination, And Sacrifice That Scornfully Puts Aside Any Consideration Of Ends, Property, And Morality.