Survival in the conventional sense of the term means to continue to live, but also to live after death.

Every discourse, even a poetic or oracular sentence, carries with it a system of rules for producing analogous things and thus an outline of methodology.

Actually, when I write, there is a feeling of necessity, of something that is stronger than myself that demands that I must write as I write.

The traditional statement about language is that it is in itself living, and that writing is the dead part of language.

There is a future which is predictable, programmed, scheduled, foreseeable. But there is a future, l'avenir (to come) which refers to someone who comes whose arrival is totally unexpected. For me, that is the real future. That which is totally unpredictable. The Other who comes without my being able to anticipate their arrival. So if there is a real future, beyond the other known future, it is l'avenir in that it is the coming of the Other when I am completely unable to foresee their arrival.

I was wondering myself where I am going. So I would answer you by saying, first, that I am trying, precisely, to put myself at a point so that I do not know any longer where I am going.

Such a caring for death, an awakening that keeps vigil over death, a conscience that looks death in the face, is another name for freedom.