To Pretend, I Actually Do

Survival In The Conventional Sense Of The Term Means To Continue To Live, But Also To Live After Death.

The Boarding-school Experience In Paris Was Very Hard, I Didn't Put Up With It Very Well. I Was Sick All The Time, Or In Any Case Frail, On The Edge Of A Nervous Breakdown.

The Trace I Leave To Me Means At Once My Death, To Come Or Already Come, And The Hope That It Will Survive Me. It Is Not An Ambition Of Immortality; It Is Fundamental. I Leave Here A Bit Of Paper, I Leave, I Die; It Is Impossible To Exit This Structure; It Is The Unchanging Form Of My Life. Every Time I Let Something Go, I Live My Death In Writing.

The End Of Man (as A Factual Anthropological Limit) Is Announced To Thought From The Vantage Of The End Of Man (as A Determined Opening Or The Infinity Of A Telos ). Man Is That Which Is In Relation To His End, In The Fundamentally Equivocal Sense Of The Word. Since Always.

Why Is It Apparently The Philosopher Who Is Expected To Be "easier" And Not Some Scientist Or Other Who Is Even More Inaccessible To The Same Readers?