The Flesh Is At The Heart Of

All Thought Of Something Is At The Same Time Self-consciousness [...] At The Root Of All Our Experiences And All Our Reflections, We Find [...] A Being Which Immediately Recognises Itself, [...] And Which Knows Its Own Existence, Not By Observation And As A Given Fact, Nor By Inference From Any Idea Of Itself, But Through Direct Contact With That Existence. Self-consciousness Is The Very Being Of Mind In Action.

The Number And Richness Of Man's Signifiers Always Surpasses The Set Of Defined Objects That Could Be Termed Signifieds. The Symbolic Function Must Always Precede Its Object And Does Not Encounter Reality Except When It Precedes It Into The Imaginary.

My Hold On The Past And The Future Is Precarious And My Possession Of My Own Time Is Always Postponed Until A Stage When I May Fully Understand It, Yet This Stage Can Never Be Reached, Since It Would Be One More Moment Bounded By The Horizon Of Its Future, And Requiring In Its Turn, Further Developments In Order To Be Understood.

Thinking Which Displaces, Or Otherwise Defines, The Sacred Has Been Called Atheistic, And That Philosophy Which Does Not Place It Here Or There, Like A Thing, But At The Joining Of Things And Words, Will Always Be Exposed To This Reproach Without Ever Being Touched By It.

It Is A Great Good Fortune, As Stendhal Said, For One "to Have His Passion As A Profession.