If we consider what we are at a definite moment — the present, ‘And I feel that I must die of it. . . .’, moment -
cut off from the past and the future ---we are innocent.
We cannot at that instant be anything but what we are: all progress implies duration.
It is in the order of the world at this instant that we should be such as we are.
To isolate a moment in this way implies pardon.
But such isolation is detachment.
The handshake of a friend on meeting again after a long absence.
I do not even notice whether it gives pleasure or pain to my sense of touch:
like the blind man who feels the objects directly at the end of his stick, I feel the presence of my friend directly.
It is the same with life’s circumstances, whatever they may be, and God
w/ Dinithi Samarawickrama, David Minciaroni, Alex Leasure, Valentin Duduk, Sofia Bordin, Sean Tatol, Jesse Darling, Sara Blosseville, Arthur Golyakov, Barbaros Sisakol, Ruthie Natanzon
Curated by Underground Flower
Text: Simone Weil