We Are All Mediators, Translators.

I Am One Of Those Marranes Who No Longer Say They Are Jews Even In The Secret Of Their Own Hearts.

But Because Me And Myself, As You No Doubt Are Well Aware, We Are Going To Die, My Relation—and Yours Too—to The Event Of This Text, Which Otherwise Never Quite Makes It, Our Relation Is That Of A Structurally Posthumous Necessity. Suppose, In That Case, That I Am Not Alone In My Claim To Know The Idiomatic Code (whose Notion Itself Is Already Contradictory) Of This Event. What If Somewhere, Here Or There, There Are Shares In This Non-secret’s Secret? Even So The Scene Would Not Be Changed. The Accomplices, As You Are Once Again Well Aware, Are Also Bound To Die.

Contrary To What Phenomenology- Which Is Always Phenomenology Of Perception- Has Tried To Make Us Believe, Contrary To What Our Desire Cannot Fail To Be Tempted Into Believing, The Thing Itself Always Escapes.

I Am Like A Child Ready For The Apocalypse, I Am The Apocalypse Itself, That Is To Say, The Ultimate And First Event Of The End, The Unveiling And The Verdict.

As Soon As There Is Language, Generality Has Entered The Scene.