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infinite ... that strange experience of misery before the experience of grace. In the diptych with the seascape motif that seems to come from a submariner’s nightmare, the Waves (p. 243) are rising and, overflowing the face, seem to create the graphic vision of mysterium tremendum. As if one were cast into the belly of Leviathan, into the matrix of undifferentiated life, in which one experiences the world as multiplicity melting into a seamless ocean with inexplicable “wrongness.” The soul is overwhelmed by its own rising subconscious shadows, saturated with lurid external experience and regressive attainments. Our brain – and the mind is not limited by the brain – generates its own fractal patterns within its own great deep. The abysmal part of it is that any effort to change an obsolete formation of the psyche awakes many other unpredictable features, springing out of oceanic collective totality. Its
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