The dice player who accepts every throw brings the two moments together in a whole which has no opposites, no limitable other, but which is always open ended and dynamic. After taking them into the forest and giving them a short speech on the Dali Lama, he assigns each of them a role in harnessing the forces of his perculiar game of chance. The sheriff calls out the names of suspects, one deputy holds a pail of rocks which Cooper methodically throws at a bottle carefully set up some distance away by another deputy, and the secretary takes cryptic notes on a blackboard. Like the viewer, Agent Cooper is trying to make his way through this web of complications. Each clue to the murder and each posture of a suspect is in excess of itself, sticky with the complications and connections of multiplicity.
Cooper accepts the violence of signs.
He is affected by the encounter. I myself am part of these causes of the eternal recurrence. If both the subject of the investigation and the signs being interpreted are produced within this radical becoming, then the meaning of signs can not be derived from a preexisting linguistic structure, nor can the investigator assume a critical distance from the world which entangles and creates him. In these conditions the subject becomes an image or a screen, a sign amoung other signs. Expressing a turbulent universe in the specificity of his or her being.