Nothing Determines Me From Outside, Not Because

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.

We Must Therefore Rediscover, After The Natural World, The Social World, Not As An Object Or Sum Of Objects, But As A Permanent Field Or Dimension Of Existence.

The World Is... The Natural Setting Of, And Field For, All My Thoughts And All My Explicit Perceptions.

My Hold On The Past And The Future Is Precarious And My Possession Of My Own Time Is Always Postponed Until A Stage When I May Fully Understand It, Yet This Stage Can Never Be Reached, Since It Would Be One More Moment Bounded By The Horizon Of Its Future, And Requiring In Its Turn, Further Developments In Order To Be Understood.

I May Speak Many Languages, But There Remains One In Which I Live.