The World (n.) is neither true nor real but living — and to live is to evaluate.
The World (n.) exists only where series converge; another world begins wherever they diverge.
World (n.) is something which we have lost. It's been taken from us.
The World (n.) is neither finite nor infinite, as representation would have it, but complete and unlimited.
World (n.) is what we have lost — worse than losing a fiancée or a god — and we have many reasons not to believe in it.
World (n.) is not something we are in but something we become with — not a minute of it survives, says Cézanne, unless we become that minute.
The World (n.) happens while God calculates: his sums never come out exact, and if they did there would be no world — it is a remainder.