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…a book that I’ll never write because nobody can, it being a book: 
- against the book.
- against thought.
- against truth and against the word.
- a book, then, that crumbles even while it forms.
- against the book because it is incapable of thinking its totality, let alone nothing.
- against truth because truth is God, and God escapes thought; against truth, then which for us remains legendary, an unknown quantity.
- against the word, finally, because, the word says only what little it can, and this little is nothing and only nothing could express it.
 Edmond Jabes, Desire for a Beginning, Dread of One Single End.