Why so far from the Gods? Perhaps simply by asking.
And so what? Man is the animal who asks. The day when we will really learn how to ask there will be dialogue. Right now questions sweep us away from the answers. What epiphany can we expect if we are drowning in the falsest of freedoms, the Judeo- Christian dialectic? We need a real Novum Organum, we have to open our windows up wide and throw everything out into the street, but above all we also have to throw out the window and ourselves along with it. It is either a case of death or a continuing flight. We have to do it, in some way or another we have to do it. To have the strenght to plunge into the midst of parties and crown the head of the dazzling lady of the house with a beautiful green frog, a gift of night, and suffer without horror the vengeance of her lackeys.
Julio Cortazar. Chapter 147, Hopscotch.