Abstract

This article is not about the Pascalian apology of Christianity, not at least for its own sake, but about what that restless subject, lacking in infinity, whose name is Blaise Pascal, might tell us about the relationship between restlessness and desire. We are also interested in Pascal because his texts, in their fragmentation, allow us to think about the aporias of a subject that we call—by force of academic, but also political habit—modern, conveying under that term a time where God has been present, mostly, as a lack thereof.