Our Body Is Not In Space Like

Montaigne [puts] Not Self-satisfied Understanding But A Consciousness Astonished At Itself At The Core Of Human Existence.

Existence Permeates Sexuality And Vice Versa, So That It Is Impossible To Determine, In A Given Decision Or Action, The Proportion Of Sexual To Other Motivations, Impossible To Label A Decision Or Act ‘sexual’ Or ‘non-sexual’ . There Is No Outstripping Of Sexuality Any More Than There Is Sexuality Enclosed Within Itself. No One Is Saved And No One Is Totally Lost.

The Body Is To Be Compared, Not To A Physical Object, But Rather To A Work Of Art.

To Ask For An Explanation Is To Explain The Obscure By The More Obscure.

Being Established In My Life, Buttressed By My Thinking Nature, Fastened Down In This Transcendental Field Which Was Opened For Me By My First Perception, And In Which All Absence Is Merely The Obverse Of A Presence, All Silence A Modality Of The Being Of Sound, I Enjoy A Sort Of Ubiquity And Theoretical Eternity, I Feel Destined To Move In A Flow Of Endless Life, Neither The Beginning Nor The End Of Which I Can Experience In Thought, Since It Is My Living Self Who Think Of Them, And Since Thus My Life Always Precedes And Survives Itself.