What Does It Matter How

The Mirror Stage As Formative In The Function Of The I As Revealed In Psychoanalytic Experience.

Writings Scatter To The Winds Blank Checks In An Insane Charge. And Were They Not Such Flying Leaves, There Would Be No Purloined Letters.

What Does It Matter How Many Lovers You Have If None Of Them Gives You The Universe?

I Always Speak The Truth. Not The Whole Truth, Because There's No Way, To Say It All. Saying It All Is Literally Impossible: Words Fail. Yet It's Through This Very Impossibility That The Truth Holds Onto The Real.

Aside From That Reservation, A Fictive Tale Even Has The Advantage Of Manifesting Symbolic Necessity More Purely To The Extent That We May Believe Its Conception Arbitrary.