The sacred is what gives life and that which delights, is the source from which it flows, the estuary where it is lost. But it's also what does not in any cases have fully while it. Life is wear and loss. She hounds in vain to persevere in his being and to refuse any expenditure, in order to better preserve. The death lurks.
No fireworks of any value. Each living knows or senses. He knows the choices left to it. He feared to give, to sacrifice , well aware of his very being squandered. But to withhold his gifts, his energy and his property, to use it with caution for practical purposes and interested laypersons thus does not save anyone, at the end of decay and grave. Anything that does not burn, rot. So the lasting truth of the sacred lies she simultaneously in fascination and horror of the blaze decay.
Roger Caillois, Man and the Sacred, the last chapter, "The sacred condition of life."
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