Our relation to the task of human self-creation is
much like the writer’s relation to his work in Maurice Blanchot’s understanding of
literature:
“Either: as an interior project [the work] is everything it ever will be, and
from that moment the writer knows everything about it that he can learn, and so will
leave it to lie there in its twilight, without translating it into words, without writing it—
but then he won’t ever write: and he won’t be a writer.
Or: realizing that the work
cannot be planned, but only carried out, that it has value, truth, and reality only
through the words which unfold it in time and inscribe it in space, he will begin to
write, but starting from nothing and with nothing in mind—like a nothingness working in nothingness.
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