Limit Experience

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Here's a Wikipedia blurb on limit-experience: [1]

A quote from Bataille: One can know nothing of man which has not taken the form of a sentence, and the infatuation for poetry, on the other hand, makes untranslatable strings of words a summit. The extreme limit is elsewhere. It is only completely reached if communicated (man is several-solitude is the void, nothingness, lies). Should some sort of expression give evidence of it: the extreme limit is distinct from it: to the point of not being poetic, for if poetry has it as an object, it doesn't reach it. When the extreme limit is there, the means which serve to attain it are no longer there. (Inner Experience, 50).

Another quote from Bataille: One night, we were awakened, my mother and I, by vehement words that the syphilitic (Bataille's Father) was literally howling in his room: he had suddenly gone mad. I went for the doctor, who came immediately. My father kept endlessly and eloquently imagining the most outrageous and generally the happiest events. The doctor had withdrawn to the next room with my mother and I had remained with the blind lunatic (Bataille is about 14 at this this time), when he shriekd in a stentorian voice: "Doctor, let me known when you're done fucking my wife!" For me, that utternace, which in a split second annihilated the demoralizing effects of a strict upbringing, left me with something like a steady obligation, unconscious and unwilled: the necessity of finding an equivalent to that sentence in any situation I happen to be in; and this largely explains the Story of the Eye. (Story of the Eye, Coincidences, [2])