This,
however, is an impossible effort: man cannot become what is already more than
him: rather it is “science, machine, woman” which will swallow up man; taking
him by force for the first time. He has no resolution, no hope of the self-identical
at the end of these flights from matter, for “in none of these things—science, machine,
woman—will form ever achieve the same completeness as it does in him,
in the inner sanctuary of his mind. In them form has always already exploded.