Life Obliges Me To Do Something, So

Everything We See Hides Another Thing, We Always Want To See What Is Hidden By What We See. There Is An Interest In That Which Is Hidden And Which The Visible Does Not Show Us. This Interest Can Take The Form Of A Quite Intense Feeling, A Sort Of Conflict, One Might Say, Between The Visible That Is Hidden And The Visible That Is Present.

An Object Never Serves The Same Function As Its Image - Or Its Name.

No Object Is Stuck With Its Name So Irrevocably That One Cannot Find Another Which Suits It Better.

Nothing Is Confused Except The Mind.

The Mind Loves The Unknown. It Loves Images Whose Meaning Is Unknown, Since The Meaning Of The Mind Itself Is Unknown.