Beauty Only Happens Once.

Actually, When I Write, There Is A Feeling Of Necessity, Of Something That Is Stronger Than Myself That Demands That I Must Write As I Write.

Such A Caring For Death, An Awakening That Keeps Vigil Over Death, A Conscience That Looks Death In The Face, Is Another Name For Freedom.

A Determination Or An Effect Within A System Which Is No Longer That Of A Presence But Of A Diffrance, A System That No Longer Tolerates The Opposition Of Activity And Passivity, Nor That Of Cause And Effect, Or Of Indetermination And Determination, Etc., Such That In Designating Consciousness As An Effect Or A Determination, One Continues - For Strategic Reasons That Can Be More Or Less Lucidly Deliberated And Systematically Calculated - To Operate According To The Lexicon Of That Which One Is De-limiting.

1) Différance Is The Systematic Play Of Differences, Of The Traces Of Differences, Of The Spacing By Means Of Which Elements Are Related To Each Other. This Spacing Is The Simultaneously Active And Passive (the A Of Différance Indicates This Indecision As Concerns Activity And Passivity, That Which Cannot Be Governed By Or Distributed Between The Terms Of This Opposition) Production Of The Intervals Without Which The "full" Terms Would Not Signify, Would Not Function.

I Do Not Believe In Pure Idioms. I Think There Is Naturally A Desire, For Whoever Speaks Or Writes, To Sign In An Idiomatic, Irreplaceable Manner.