Consciousness Is A Being The Nature Of

The Appearance Of The Other In The World Corresponds Therefore To A Congealed Sliding Of The Whole Universe.

It Answers The Question That Was Tormenting You: My Love, You Are Not 'one Thing In My Life' - Not Even The Most Important - Because My Life No Longer Belongs To Me Because...you Are Always Me.

Man Is Always A Wizard To Man, And The Social World Is At First Magical.

Outside Nature, Against Nature, Without Excuse, Beyond Remedy, Except What Remedy I Find Within Myself.

Absurd, Irreducible; Nothing--not Even A Profound And Secret Delirium Of Nature--could Explain [a Tree Root].