The age of the systems has past. The age that would elaborate the essential form of beings from out of the truth of beyng has not yet comeMartin Heidegger
I think that, as our society changes, at the very moment when it is in the process of changing, the author function will disappear, and in such a manner that fiction and its polysemous texts will once again function according to another mode, but still with a system of constraint—one that will no longer be the author but will have to be determined or, perhaps, experiencedMichel Foucault
Philosophy leaves be-hind, leaving behind its leaving be-hind, becoming “itself” what is left behind, murmuring that which approaches, a future that has already been and a past that is yet to come. Leaving behind is constant distancing, the distanced, away from but towards, towards what is coming and what is left be-hind that remains, in its absence, coming through a certain future, encountering the leaving behind and what is left behind, which escapes the movements of leaving and every leaving behind. A space; reserved for absence and what must be absent from the text. A paradoxical space that renders writing impossible, but without which the text cannot be written, and an absence whose presence confirms the text when such a confirmation denies the possibility of any text. A space of absence, around which the text revolves, through which philosophy endeavors to decipher another coming; but an absent space which is the disappearance of the text and that which never comes; the coming, which is neither a coming nor a leaving behind, of the same. The metaphysical text is nothing but the non-existence of the text; the spaces that whisper the presence of every absence, through which the metaphysical gods remain, evading the philosophical attempts to leave be-hind.