My Own Words Take Me By Surprise

To Ask For An Explanation Is To Explain The Obscure By The More Obscure.

The Photograph Keeps Open The Instants Which The Onrush Of Time Closes Up Forthwith; It Destroys The Overtaking, The Overlapping, The Metamorphosis Of Time.

The Number And Richness Of Man's Signifiers Always Surpasses The Set Of Defined Objects That Could Be Termed Signifieds. The Symbolic Function Must Always Precede Its Object And Does Not Encounter Reality Except When It Precedes It Into The Imaginary.

Visible And Mobile, My Body Is A Thing Among Things; It's Caught In The Fabric Of The World, And Its Cohesion Is That Of A Thing. But, Because It Moves Itself And Sees, It Holds Things In A Circle Around Itself.

Our Own Body Is In The World As The Heart Is In The Organism: It Keeps The Visible Spectacle Constantly Alive, It Breathes Life Into It And Sustains It Inwardly, And With It Forms A System.