Passivity (n.) in obsession is a passivity beneath all passivity, not an undergoing that is also an assuming, already consented to.
Passivity (n.) without saying would be still waters crawling with secret designs; saying, a denuding of denuding, disturbs them.
Passivity (n.) prior to creation is like a register beyond the melody — a sonority no voice can sing and no instrument produce.
Passivity (n.) of expiation is not even opposed to activity; it lies beyond the passivity that is merely the reverse side of an act.
Passivity (n.) is what our age lacks a reflection on: a weakness that is not cowardice, a patience we must not preach to others.
Passivity (n.) more passive than all passivity is what subjectivity is — a self that comes to pass like ageing, without any active synthesis.
Passivity (n.) of the deepest kind is more passive than the opposite of activity — the passivity of a creature at the moment of creation, when there is no subject yet to hear the creative word.
Passivity (n.) in its absolute form is not the possibility of impossibility but an impossibility prior to that, the impossibility of slipping away, gravity without frivolity.