To Affirm Is Not To Bear, Carry,

The Law Is Not Known, Since There Is Nothing In It To Know. We Come Across It Only Through Its Action, And It Acts Only Through Its Sentence And Its Execution. It Is Not Distinguishable From The Application. We Know It Only Through Its Imprint On Our Heart And Our Flesh: We Are Guilty, Necessarily Guilty. Guilt Is Like The Moral Thread Which Duplicates The Thread Of Time.

What Is Important Is No Longer Either A Signature Or A Number, But A Code: The Code Is A Password.

D.h. Lawrence Had The Impression – That Psychoanalysis Was Shutting Sexuality Up In A Bizarre Sort Of Box Painted With Bourgeois Motifs, In A Kind Of Rather Repugnant Artificial Triangle, Thereby Stifling The Whole Of Sexuality As A Production Of Desire So As To Recast It Along Entirely Different Lines, Making Of It A ‘dirty Little Secret’, A Dirty Little Family Secret, A Private Theater Rather Than The Fantastic Factory Of Nature And Production

External Images Act On Me, Transmit Movement To Me, And I Return Movement: How Could Images Be In My Consciousness Since I Am Myself Image, That Is, Movement?

The Self Is Only A Threshold, A Door, A Becoming Between Two Multiplicities