I Find Myself Only By Losing Myself.

Living Is Already Having Been Born, In A Condition We Have Not Chosen, A Situation In Which We Find Ourselves, A Quarter Of The Universe In Which We May Feel We Have Been Thrown And Are Wandering, Lost. And Yet It Is Against This Background That We Can Begin, That Is To Say, Give A New Course To Things.

To Put It In A Few Words, The True Malice Of Man Appears Only In The State And In The Church, As Institutions Of Gathering Together, Of Recapitulation, Of Totalization.

Man Is This Plural And Collective Unity In Which The Unity Of Destination And The Differences Of Destinies Are To Be Understood Through Each Other

Narrative Identity Takes Part In The Story's Movement, In The Dialectic Between Order And Disorder

Testimony Demands To Be Interpreted Because Of The Dialectic Of Meaning And Event That Traverses It