When The Image Is New, The World

The Human Being Taken In His Profound Reality As Well As In His Great Tension Of Becoming Is A Divided Being, A Being Which Divides Again, Having Permitted Himself The Illusion Of Unity For Barely An Instant. He Divides And Then Reunites.

There Are Reveries So Deep, Reveries Which Help Us Descend So Deeply Within Ourselves That They Rid Us Of Our History. They Liberate Us From Our Name. These Solitudes Of Today Return Us To The Original Solitudes.

The Cleverer I Am At Miniaturizing The World, The Better I Possess It.

Even A Minor Event In The Life Of A Child Is An Event Of That Child's World And Thus A World Event.

The Demands Of Our Reality Function Require That We Adapt To Reality, That We Constitute Ourselves As A Reality And That We Manufacture Works Which Are Realities. But Doesn't Reverie, By Its Very Essence, Liberate Us From The Reality Function? From The Moment It Is Considered In All Its Simplicity, It Is Perfectly Evident That Reverie Bears Witness To A Normal Useful Irreality Function Which Keeps The Human Psyche On The Fringe Of All The Brutality Of A Hostile And Foreign Non-self.