The end of mourning gives rebirth to the aporia that grief protected us from by directing itself to that which was grieved for, thus at least maintaining the emotion of piety. With the end of mourning we return to a world from whose indifference or enmity through persistence mourning protected us, and this world is different from the world that prevailed before the onset of mourning, it lacks colour, is mute, and, as already said, inimical in its persistence as a world from which it strides forth, world from world, in which nature has become perception's pitiless idol, unavoidable. Thus man, terrified and appalled at the precedence taken by the merely natural, which, if he sees aright, unmasks itself as inimical in its gentlest tremors, forms a kind of grey area in order to veil this thing, appalling in its character, from himself, and enters into himself, goes home, but where, since the trace of memory has been extinguished in the magma of a primeval deadening of feeling.
