[the Sensate Body Possesses] An Art Of

Nothing Determines Me From Outside, Not Because Nothing Acts Upon Me, But, On The Contrary, Because I Am From The Start Outside Myself And Open To The World.

Because We Are In The World, We Are Condemned To Meaning, And We Cannot Do Or Say Anything Without Its Acquiring A Name In History.

The World Is... The Natural Setting Of, And Field For, All My Thoughts And All My Explicit Perceptions. Truth Does Not Inhabit Only The Inner Man, Or More Accurately, There Is No Inner Man, Man Is In The World, And Only In The World Does He Know Himself.

We Must Therefore Rediscover, After The Natural World, The Social World, Not As An Object Or Sum Of Objects, But As A Permanent Field Or Dimension Of Existence.

I May Speak Many Languages, But There Remains One In Which I Live.