Abstract

Due to the ambiguous relationship of love to the world, time is the sole immanent danger that retains its power over it.1 Time cures as much as it makes ill, and the cure is the feared outcome. Despite all breakthroughs out of normalcy, love belongs to the temps perdu. It succumbs to the damning judgment directed at this world. Yet the terrible sentence about the “paradis perdus,” which are the only true paradise, avenges both itself and the lost time. The lost paradise is not the true one because somehow past desire [Lust] appears greater and clearer in memory than…