Del inconveniente de no ser Cioran

From Cioran’s first work, the mark of a presence as ominous as it is all-powerful is clear: the consciousness of death. Nothing worthy can be done without it, because indifference is silly and any belief is trivial. This may lead to nothing (in fact it leads to it), but it does give everything that is undertaken a characteristic coloration and density; it is the opposite of frivolity. Being aware of death is truly human being, which means that one becomes essentially unbearable. The inanity of the (human) being is literally unbearable, but what our fellow men do to forget it is worse; the leap into history is more terrifying