Threshold

Such to the dead might appear the world of liv­ing — charged with infor­ma­tion, with mean­ing, yet some­how always just, ter­ri­bly, beyond that fate­ful limen where any lamp of com­pre­hen­sion might beam forth
–Thomas Pyn­chon, Against The Day

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