Again on the question of measures

This enormous killing life without death where we are put up at tests, selects and uses us not without the close power of what is denied but with a crystal-clear clumsy design that prevails by means of a newly devised violence which passes as the mark of what is real. Beyond ourselves is our life, spanned by a distance that is a unique death of some-one. Our measuring everything according to our values and tastes, our trying to live and to enjoy the ever again unexpectedly possible is just the stupidity by which the out-of-proportion is enacted in us as a lack of comprehension.