reality is the raw material, language is the way i go in search of it and the way i do not find it. but it is from searching and not finding that what i did not know was born, and which i instantly recognise. language is my human effort. my destiny is to search and my destiny is to return empty-handed. but i return with the unsayable. the unsayable can only be given to me through the failure of my language. only when the construction fails, can i obtain what i could not achieve
















