Language Transcends Us And Yet We Speak.

Speech Is Not A Means In The Service Of An External End. It Contains Its Own Rule Of Usage, Ethics, And View Of The World, As A Gesture Sometimes Bears The Whole Truth About A Man.

I Will Never Know How You See Red And You Will Never Know How I See It. But This Separation Of Consciousness Is Recognized Only After A Failure Of Communication, And Our First Movement Is To Believe In An Undivided Being Between Us.

Theology Recognizes The Contingency Of Human Existence Only To Derive It From A Necessary Being, That Is, To Remove It. Theology Makes Use Of Philosophical Wonder Only For The Purpose Of Motivating An Affirmation Which Ends It. Philosophy, On The Other Hand, Arouses Us To What Is Problematic In Our Own Existence And In That Of The World, To Such A Point That We Shall Never Be Cured Of Searching For A Solution.

The Photograph Keeps Open The Instants Which The Onrush Of Time Closes Up Forthwith; It Destroys The Overtaking, The Overlapping, The Metamorphosis Of Time.

Our View Of Man Will Remain Superficial So Long As We Fail To Go Back To That Origin [of Silence], So Long As We Fail To Find, Beneath The Chatter Of Words, The Primordial Silence, And As Long As We Do Not Describe The Action Which Breaks This Silence. The Spoken Word Is A Gesture, And Its Meaning, A World.