Meaning Is Produced Not Only By The

But What Freud Showed Us… Was That Nothing Can Be Grasped, Destroyed, Or Burnt, Except In A Symbolic Way, As One Says, In Effigie, In Absentia.

I Identify Myself In Language, But Only By Losing Myself In It Like An Object. What Is Realised In My History Is Not The Past Definite Of What Was, Since It Is No More, Or Even The Present Perfect Of What Has Been In What I Am, But The Future Anterior Of What I Shall Have Been For What I Am In The Process Of Becoming.

What Could Be More Convincing, Moreover, Than The Gesture Of Laying One's Cards Face Up On The Table?

The Best Image To Sum Up The Unconscious Is Baltimore In The Early Morning.

...desire, A Function Central To All Human Experience, Is The Desire For Nothing Nameable. And At The Same Time This Desire Lies At The Origin Of Every Variety Of Animation. If Being Were Only What It Is, There Wouldn’t Even Be Room To Talk About It. Being Comes Into Existence As An Exact Function Of This Lack.