The Night Dreamer Cannot Articulate A Cogito.

Daydream Transports The Dreamer Outside The Immediate World To A World That Bears The Mark Of Infinity.

The Human Being Taken In His Profound Reality As Well As In His Great Tension Of Becoming Is A Divided Being, A Being Which Divides Again, Having Permitted Himself The Illusion Of Unity For Barely An Instant. He Divides And Then Reunites.

If We Did Not Have A Feminine Being Within Us, How Would We Rest Ourselves?

The Poetic Image Exists Apart From Causality.

We Believe We Can Also Show That Words Do Not Have Exactly The Same Psychic "weight" Depending On Whether They Belong To The Language Of Reverie Or To The Language Of Daylight Life-to Rested Language Or Language Under Surveillance-to The Language Of Natural Poetry Or To The Language Hammered Out By Authoritarian Prosodies.