If I share anything with Valéry, it is an unfailing return to the divine, even as we despise God. There is something desirous about complete self reference, even as we can refer only to the outside, only to that which is beyond our self.
Any words that we adopt to explicate the interior fall out of us like dusty bricks. We may place them one upon another, thinking that we are creating a temple of the self, but this is only delusion. What we create is a temple to the self, and this is a different matter. As much as we want to speak of the interior, it is impossible. If we are truly self-referential, we fall into a silence that is madness, or perhaps death.
