The horizon we lunge towards, the image of a world which could never be shared exactly, nor described for another, as that particularity cannot exist for another, is the outcome of a consciousness that leaves itself in order that it can grasp, from a distance, the exterior of its own existence. For consciousness, meaning has no meaning. Consciousness seeks that which it is not, searching for something which is other than itself so that it can, at the same instant, apprehend and negate; take and give back. It is the cycle of its infinite re-establishment with itself and its determination to move forward. And, through this movement, consciousness can face itself in the “I” and produce its own annihilation which is actually its participation as a-being-in-the-world.
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