“That is why Mascolo cannot back out. He must keep going forward. It is as if he were riding a bicycle: if he stops, he’ll fall over. Mascolo is motorized, this is no longer a bike, but a motorbike-loaded with collective thought, collective suffering., and propelled by the dynamic of the proletariat. Propelled by the entire mechanism of culture and civilization, which relies on ceaseless piling up, an unending accumulation. Do you believe the suspicion that he is speeding toward a task beyond his power would stop him? You are directly mistaken: this is a man who has lost his center. If the task is beyond his strength, then it simply means that he must make himself over in order to be up to the loftiness of the task. That is why he is a mere tool to himself, that is why Mascolo is only one more obstacle for Mascolo to overcome. That is why his book is written even more for himself than for others: here Mascolo remakes Mascolo, cutting off his retreat. This is how he speeds into the cosmos, spurring himself to greater speed. The more enormous the cosmos becomes, the less graspable in all of the terrifying fluidity of its fathomlessness, the more convulsively these fingers grip. For this human being, just as all other human beings, desire a finite world. The entire dialectic of development, of becoming, of making dependent is a subtle lie that is supposed to conceal the real desire for finitude. He demolishes form in order to impose a new one. One cannot exist without form and whatever the form, the minute you choose it, you must take it to its ultimate conclusion. Why did he say A? Who knows. But if he said A, he must say B.”- Witold Gombrowicz’s Diary.