Singularity

Do not think the world in terms of the representation of a destiny; its sense is immanent, not transcendent, and each being opens to the other in distance and nearness. It is the world that has become infinite; it comprises things, persons which have been set apart from one another even as they lie together. Think the whole as a coherence which is no longer part of a order or a plan. The co-presence of things: the roundplay of substitution through which everything can take the place of the whole, in which anything is infinitely mysterious and refers, in its mystery, to the mystery of all things.

Think the affirmation of beings in their common destitution. No longer are they part of a system which provides them with an assured signification. And even the word universe only designates the endless expansion, expansion without end through which the whole presses itself further into itself. Every being is adrift; each singularity is as singular as any other.