Excreting is the curse that threatens madness because it shows man his abject finitude, his physicalness, the likely unreality of his hopes and dreams. More immediately, it represents man’s utter bafflement at the sheer non-sense of creation: to fashion the sublime miracle of the human face, the mysterium tremendum of radiant feminine beauty…to bring all this out of nothing, out of the void, and make it shine in noonday; to take such a miracle and put miracles deep within it, deep in the mystery of eyes that peer out—the eye that gave even Darwin a chill: to do all this, and to combine it with an anus that shits.
It is too much. Nature mocks us…”
Syria’s foreign minister claimed Monday that his government is fighting a war against al-Qaeda-linked militants who eat human hearts and dismember people while they are still alive, then send their limbs to family members.
Walid al-Moallem, addressing world leaders at the UN General Assembly in New York, also charged that the U.S., Britain and France had blocked the naming of the real perpetrators of chemical weapons attacks in Syria, which he blamed on the opposition.
He claimed “terrorists” fighting the regime in the civil war are being supplied with chemical weapons, but he did not name specific nations accused of supplying them. (Photo: AFP PHOTO/MOHAMMED AL-FARES/AFP/Getty Images)
“Man is literally split in two: he has an awareness of his own splendid uniqueness in that he sticks out of nature with a towering majesty, and yet he goes back into the ground a few feet in order blindly and dumbly to rot and disappear forever.”
Man has a symbolic identity that brings him sharply out of nature. He is a symbolic self, a creature with a name, a life history. He is a creator with a mind that soars out to speculate about atoms and infinity, who can place himself imaginatively at a point in space and contemplate bemusedly his own planet. This immense expansion, this dexterity, this ethereality, this self-consciousness give to man literally the status of a small God in nature, as the Renaissance thinkers knew. Yet at the same time, as the Eastern thinkers also knew, man is a worm and food for worms.
This is the paradox: he is out of nature and hopelessly in it; he is dual, up in the stars, and yet housed in a heart-pumping, breath-gasping body.”