The Child Lives In A World Which

I Am Not In Front Of My Body, I Am In It Or Rather I Am It... If We Can Still Speak Of Interpretation In Relation To The Perception Of One's Own Body, We Shall Have To Say That It Interprets Itself.

Like The Weaver, The Writer Works On The Wrong Side Of His Material. He Has Only To Do With The Language, And It Is Thus That He Suddenly Finds Himself Surrounded By Sense.

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.

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.

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