“Quietude,” we have been taught: an internal harmony, a concordance of the soul. From the pulpits, as from the analysts seat, discord has been routed. Yet, has it been refuted? For, as Boehme, that philosopher extraordinaire taught us–if not more so the Kabbalists–even God itself persists in dissonance. How much more we? Is not the internality of life, life-itself, precisely this dissonance, a dialectic sans synthesis? Let us embrace this which we are in our innermost, let us balk at concordance. If it is consonance that we are to seek, let them demonstrate it. But, until then, let us remain as discordant as we know ourselves to be.