For me, all of man's strivings to escape himself, whether they are pure aesthetics or pure structuralism, religion, or Marxism, are naive and doomed to failure. This is a variation on a martyrlike mysticism. And this drive to dehumanize (which I engage in as well) must inevitably accompany the drive to humanize, otherwise reality falls apart like a house of cards and threatens to drown in the verbiage of unreality. No, you will not satisfy man with formulas! Your constructions, your structures, will remain empty until Someone comes to live there. The more elusive man becomes, the more unattainable, abysmal, immersed in the other elements and imprisoned in forms, as if they were not articulated by his own lips, then the more urgent and burning becomes the presence of the ordinary man, just as we know him in our everyday experience and in our everyday feelings: the man from the cafe, from the street, given to us concretely. An attainment in the human peripheries must immediately be balanced by a violent withdrawal into ordinary humanity and into human everydayness. One can immerse oneself in the human abyss, but only under the condition that one returns to the surface.