"He loves creation as long as he is creating it, but his love
turns away from the finished portions. For the artist must also love what is
most hateful in order to shape it, but what he has already shaped, even if it
is good, leaves him cold; it becomes so bereft of love that he hardly still
understands himself in it, and the moments when his love returns to delight in
what it has done are rare and unpredictable. And so one could also think: What
lords it over us loves what it creates; but this love approaches and withdraws
from the finished part of creation in a long ebbing flow and a short returning
swell. This idea fits the fact that souls and things of the world are like dead
people who are sometimes reawakened for seconds....The world as it is [or: the finished world], sin!
The possible world, love!" (MwQ, 1224)
On to the next, then. . . or maybe a revised edition?
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