Life (n.) itself, watched as if through a raised curtain — a man alone pacing and lighting a cigarette — would be more uncanny and wonderful than any play; we see it every day and feel nothing because we don't see it from that point of view.
Life (n.) is ridden like a bad rider's mount, and it is solely the horse's good nature that one is not thrown off right now.
Life (n.) is understood by living with people; someone who only watched it on film would understand it as we understand fish.
Life (n.) is the background against which we judge an action — not monochrome but a complicated filigree we cannot copy, only recognise.
Life (n.) is seen as a plus, something added to the lifeless — which we then picture as lacking something.
Life (n.) seen as a weave shows patterns, such as pretence, never complete and endlessly varied; our concepts keep seeing them recur.
Life (n.) is not physiological or psychological life; life is the world.
Life (n.) once one is conscious of its uniqueness gives rise to religion, science and art, and that consciousness is life itself.