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cribes the old alienation, when we
saw what was coming and the rest
of the world did not. But the rest
of the world has caught up. The
conditions have been established,
by way of the common experience
of the terror, for a universal com–
munication. We can communicate
the following.
Our old culture in which hu–
manity transmitted its common
life from one generation to the
next, was a moral culture, and the
ethical was supreme: no greater
good than good, no greater evil
than evil. The death of our old cul–
ture came about when the evil
greater than evil occurred-which
is the terror. The good greater than
good does not yet exist on earth:
it is joy, which wants eternity. To–
gether with terror, joy must re–
place the old pair of opposites, the
old limits, which are now sur–
passed. Joy beyond good and ter–
ror beyond evil-the only princi–
ples. Everything else is privation.
But joy exists only in the minds
of a few poets, though all men, un–
aware, may yearn for it. Its real
existence will require a new char–
acter of mankind, which is also to
say, a new culture. What will we
have to take joy in? How can there
be pleasures after the terror? But
let us not speak of pleasure, we
have no more innocence. (And
how well we know, though we
dare not admit the secret, that
even the innocent pleasures were
too much for us.) Our joy will be
