Sublime

The infinite player in us does not consume time but generates it. Because infinite play is dramatic and has no scripted conclusion, its time is time lived and not time viewed.

“Man is born free, and everywhere he is in chains.”

If I accept death as inevitable, I do not struggle against mortality. I struggle as a mortal. All the limitations of finite play are self-limitations.

To have such boundaries means that the date, place, and membership of each finite game are externally defined.

No system of thought can contain the fullness of human experience.

The paradox of infinite sexuality is that by regarding sexuality as an expression of the person and not the body, it becomes fully embodied play. It becomes a drama of touching.

Sexuality is the only finite game in which the winner’s prize is the defeated opponent.

The sense of finitude—the sense of the ultimate fragility of everything we care about—is at the heart of what I call secular faith.