on love and fullness (aragon)

There are moments when everybody is unequal to his love, moments which resemble an overripe berry, moments gorged with themselves. By collateral paths desire and rapture have increased, and when they touch, when they merge, in a leap, a reeling of vision, I attain myself beyond my own means, beyond circumstances, which are no longer the several glimmering aspects of things, but my life, life itself, the instinct of survival, the thought that I am a continuous being transcending all my endeavors, transcending memory; I attain myself, I attain the concrete feeling of existence which is cloaked in death.

- 116, The Feeling of Nature in the Buttes-Chaumont, Le Paysan de Paris, Louis Aragon