To bang one's head against a brick wall (To try to do the impossible

The disasters of the earth can be mobilized. Where neutralization is the primary method of attack then it becomes necessary to embrace the ruins, to live with the pestilence – even cloak oneself in its power.

For God loves the impractical, and this gives birth to its own angels, and their wars in unimaginable regions. God, the great curse of all that man finds within himself – and must be excised with the same brutal tools.

Kantian man is distant from himself, separated into the elements, forced away from power into weakness. And yet, from this distance there is ruthless persistance. The elements he steals from - sinking into the fiery and icy wombs - are hardened at their core, given the armour of air in its descent from the heavens.

From the point of the absolute, that outside no one sees, his mind surveils, and the weak body acts as bait, a feint or ploy of weakness so that the enemy might reveal himself – and so be devoured.

For Kant, God exists in that smallest fold, that infinite ephemeral movement before the ass meets the chair. The ineluctable as a duty, self-destroying. Freedom and the peace of the earth depend on these smallest of sacrifices: iniquities which themselves take on the infinite force of the universe.

Beckett will later agree with him, although he sees at least some humour in it. The beam in the eye is replaced with that beam from out of the ass.

Such a man is overwhelmed by the capacities, his own at times, and the body presents itself as a sacrifice. No more second deaths are experienced, but second births; and third; forth, fifth and so on. His own with it, in permanence.

Only the wall remains. And only the pounding of the infinitely divided. Its force released as gasps rather than breaths, but in calm, principled patience. Beyond all sacrifice, a heresy of metaphysics which gives it a crystalline and unshakeable ground. Like Samsun, only it is his head that he sticks into the cravasses of the earth, searching for that greatest and absolute chasm to tear it apart.

There is nothing but the outside. Life cannot be; it can only be returned to. And so the sacrifice of the earth, the only remaining vitality. The mind is hardened to its own soft, pliable skull.