I wish you to write a book on the power of the words, and the processes by which the human feelings form affinities with them. The redness of red, the painfulness of pain. The whatness, that which gives things qualities. Once we are drawn into the withdrawal, we are, somewhat like migratory birds, but in an entirely different way, caught in the pull of what draws, attracts us by its withdrawal. And once we, being so attracted, are drawing toward what draws us, our essential being already bears the stamp of that pull .
Implicate order is the ground of perception, but also the process of thought.
A vision of presence via absence hidden, because all language about divinity dissolves in paradox and ambiguity. I peer into the sacrificial machinery, to find an interpretive tool. In world-wide ideological deadlock each part of the planet, persisting terrorism, and urging war. Enervated surfaces, against an arras of overwhelming bathos, in everyday speech. Capitalism s everything and nothing depthlessness, euphoric waves of consumption, mimetic desire disillusions of autonomy, hunger and grasp left to the masses is that of grazing on the ration of simulacra the system distributes to each individual, what is audible, but far away, will thus be transformed into texts in conformity with the western desire to read its products.