Whereas the beautiful is limited, the sublime is limitless, so that the mind in the presence of the sublime, attempting to imagine what it cannot, has pain in the failure but pleasure in contemplating the immensity of the attempt.
∆ Immanuel Kant, from Critique of Pure Reason
"If we start with the first revelation of the Other as a look, we must recognise that we experience our in-apprehensible being-for-others in the form of a possession. I am possessed by the Other; the Other's look fashions my body in its nakedness, causes it to be born, sculptures it, produced it as it is, sees it as I shall never see it. The Other holds a secret - the secret of what I am. "
"I direct my look upon the Other who is looking at me. But a look can not be looked at. As soon as I look in the direction of the look it disappears, and I no longer see anything but eyes."