Like a marvelous madwoman, death unceasingly opened or closed the gates of the possible. In this maze, I could lose my self at will, give myself over to rapture, but I could also at will discern the paths, provide a precise passage for intellectual steps. The analysis of laughter had opened to me points of contact between the fundamentals of a communal and disciplined emotional knowledge and those of discursive knowledge. Flowing into one another, the contents of various forms of expenditure (laughter, heroism, ecstasy, sacrifice, poetry, eroticism or others) defined of themselves a law of communication regulating the play of the isolation and the dissolution of beings.
-Georges Bataille, Inner Experience