The Museum of Eterna's Novel

DEDICATION TO MY CHARACTER ETERNA

In Eterna I have known the maximum impulse to piety without vice, nothing confused or demented in the act of abnegation and mercy. Nothing that can be published, spoken, or otherwise evoked can prepare the mind for her fulminous and total impulse, her Act of Pity. The most gallant Promptness of spirit moves in Eterna’s every step, a total and instantaneous impulse, an altruistic leap towards succor or engladdening or consolation.

In

A Flash

I encountered

The sublimely Swift

It was in Eterna; and nobody saw it.

Her light shone and nobody saw it, not in anything.

Reality and the I, or principally the I, the Individual (whether or not the World exists) only gives itself fully in the altruistic moment of mercy (and of satisfaction) without fusion, that is, in plurality. The end point of What Is, of World, and is its only ethic is the non-instinctive act of Mercy, keeping for itself the lucid discernment of plurality, without confusing the Other with Itself: to still be other, while living for another.

To

A Superlative Individual

Capable of stopping time. Of compensating for death. Of changing the past.

And, so obliging with her Self, to kill

With her No

With her forgetfulness

With her comicalness

With her reproach

But ever melancholy over her unrelinquished past, her unappeaseable past.