We go up to W.'s study and look in wonder through the pages of Rosenzweig or of Spinoza. 'How is it possible for a human being to write such books?' Above all, it's not possible for us; that first of all.
It is enough that Rosenzweig and Spinoza existed. Enough that they were alive once and wrote these books. The books are like facts, great looming facts, like mountains, like the flashing stars. How was it possible? How could a human being write such books? And above all: how impossible it would be for us, and especially for us, to write such books.
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