The Gaze That Sees Is The Gaze

Do Not Ask Who I Am And Do Not Ask Me To Remain The Same.

Education May Well Be, As Of Right, The Instrument Whereby Every Individual, In A Society Like Our Own, Can Gain Access To Any Kind Of Discourse. But We Well Know That In Its Distribution, In What It Permits And In What It Prevents, It Follows The Well-trodden Battle-lines Of Social Conflict. Every Educational System Is A Political Means Of Maintaining Or Of Modifying The Appropriation Of Discourse, With The Knowledge And The Powers It Carries With It.

Chance Does Not Speak Essentially Through Words Nor Can It Be Seen In Their Convolution. It Is The Eruption Of Language, Its Sudden Appearance. It's Not A Night Twinkle With Stars, An Illuminated Sleep, Nor A Drowsy Vigil. It Is The Very Edge Of Consciousness.

Death Left Its Old Tragic Heaven And Became The Lyrical Core Of Man: His Invisible Truth, His Visible Secret.

Waiting Is Directed At Nothing: Any Object That Could Gratify It Would Only Efface It. Still, It Is Not Confined To One Place, It Is Not A Resigned Immobility; It Has The Endurance Of A Movement That Will Never End And Would Never Promise Itself The Reward Of Rest; It Does Not Wrap Itself In Interiority; All Of It Falls Irremediably Outside.