I May Speak Many Languages, But There

Existence Permeates Sexuality And Vice Versa, So That It Is Impossible To Determine, In A Given Decision Or Action, The Proportion Of Sexual To Other Motivations, Impossible To Label A Decision Or Act ‘sexual’ Or ‘non-sexual’ . There Is No Outstripping Of Sexuality Any More Than There Is Sexuality Enclosed Within Itself. No One Is Saved And No One Is Totally Lost.

Everyone Is Alone And Yet Nobody Can Do Without Other People, Not Just Because They Are Useful... But Also When It Comes To Happiness.

Our Body Is Not In Space Like Things; It Inhabits Or Haunts Space. It Applies Itself To Space Like A Hand To An Instrument. And When We Wish To Move About, We Do Not Move The Body As We Move An Object.

We Should Be Sensitive To The Thread Of Silence From Which The Tissue Of Speech Is Woven.

Being Established In My Life, Buttressed By My Thinking Nature, Fastened Down In This Transcendental Field Which Was Opened For Me By My First Perception, And In Which All Absence Is Merely The Obverse Of A Presence, All Silence A Modality Of The Being Of Sound, I Enjoy A Sort Of Ubiquity And Theoretical Eternity, I Feel Destined To Move In A Flow Of Endless Life, Neither The Beginning Nor The End Of Which I Can Experience In Thought, Since It Is My Living Self Who Think Of Them, And Since Thus My Life Always Precedes And Survives Itself.