[b]Roland Barthes
To be engulfed: outburst of annihilation which affects the amorous subject in despair or fulfillment. At its best, when it’s fulfillment, it’s a kind of disappearance at will. An easeful death. Death liberated from dying.[/b]
Here though [assuredly] one size does not fit all.
In the sentence “She’s no longer suffering,” to what, to whom does “she” refer? What does that present tense mean?
Well, of course, we could just ask her.
The text you write must prove to me that it desires me.
Or [here] that it doesn’t despise me.
I ask for nothing but to live in my suffering.
That and [one suspects] to contribute to ours.
We often hear it said that it is the task of art to express the inexpressible: it is contrary which must be said (with no intention of paradox): the whole task of art is to unexpress the expressible, to kidnap from the world’s language, which is the poor and powerful language of the passion, another speech, an exact speech.
Imagine then his take on the task of philosophy.
To see someone who does not see is the best way to be intensely aware of what he does not see.
Go ahead try to get around dasein here.