Tarvo Varres

“Life has never been as current as it is today: a hair’s breadth from the future. Time for me means the dissolution of matter. The rotting of the organic as if time were a worm robbing the fruit of its pulp. Time does not exist. What we call time is the movement of the evolution of things, but time itself does not exist. Or it exists immutably and into time we transfer ourselves. Time passes too quickly and life is so short. And so — to avoid being swallowed by the voracity of the hours and the news that makes time rush by — I cultivate a certain tedium. That’s how I savor every loathsome minute. And I cultivate too the empty silence of the eternity of our species. I want to live many minutes within a single minute. I want to multiply myself to take in even the desert regions that give the idea of eternal immobility. In eternity time does not exist. Night and day are opposites because they are both time and time cannot be divided. From now on, time will always be the current moment. Today is today. I’m stunned and at the same time suspicious that....”
― Clarice Lispector, A Breath of Life

“Waiting is the awaiting of presence that is not given in waiting, presence that is led, however, to the simple play of presence by wait­ing that withdraws from presence everything that is present it.”
― Maurice Blanchot, Awaiting Oblivion

“Not you, not I: the forgetting will forget me in you, and the impersonal remembrance will efface me from that which remembers.”
― Maurice Blanchot

“As overwhelming is caused by you, there is no overwhelming that is separate from you. Thus you go out and meet someone. Someone meets someone. You meet yourself. Going out meets going out.”
― Dōgen, Shobogenzo: La vraie Loi, Trésor de l'Oeil édition intégrale bilingue