I Live In The Facial

Thought Without Language, Says Lavelle, Would Not Be A Purer Thought; It Would Be No More Than The Intention To Think. And His Last Book Offers A Theory Of Expressiveness Which Makes Of Expression Not "a Faithful Image Of An Already Realized Interior Being, But The Very Means By Which It Is Realized.

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.

I Will Never Know How You See Red And You Will Never Know How I See It. But This Separation Of Consciousness Is Recognized Only After A Failure Of Communication, And Our First Movement Is To Believe In An Undivided Being Between Us.

My Hold On The Past And The Future Is Precarious And My Possession Of My Own Time Is Always Postponed Until A Stage When I May Fully Understand It, Yet This Stage Can Never Be Reached, Since It Would Be One More Moment Bounded By The Horizon Of Its Future, And Requiring In Its Turn, Further Developments In Order To Be Understood.

Our View Of Man Will Remain Superficial So Long As We Fail To Go Back To That Origin [of Silence], So Long As We Fail To Find, Beneath The Chatter Of Words, The Primordial Silence, And As Long As We Do Not Describe The Action Which Breaks This Silence. The Spoken Word Is A Gesture, And Its Meaning, A World.