The representation and its semantic are in complete arbitrary relation to the represented. The represented has at most a very weak relation with what is represented by the representation simply because in such a case the represented is missing the representation altogether. Commonly speaking we say that it is by pure coincidence that the represented comes to be represented by the representation. The representation is a strange form of rebus. The representation is merely a closed door. A closed door makes you wo/ander. Since it is by pure coincidence that the represented comes to be represented by the representation, whatever lies behind this closed door is – must be – the result of intentionality (there is no reason for it to be other than what it has come to be). The lesson imparted from this long-winded argument is that in such a case you are simply not at all involved in this intentionality, neither as intender nor as intendee. Having reached this point, clearly you can only be the recipient of the intention. The Being of being is Alterity.
My eyes turn green when I dream of you at night.
We did not start with the simple; and we ended up with the obvious.
We never call into question Love itself.
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Mario. October 2025 at Paola (Cosenza), Italy. Photograph by the author.