But thoughtlessness is not the loss or disappearance of thought; it names another mode of thought, neither negativity nor positivity, but that which remains defined by a certain nearness to or distance from thought, a certain, perhaps failure, inability to think the non-oppositional without thinking non-oppositionally. The paradox of every attempt to name what is elsewhere namelessly; the call without calling, indicating without pointing out. Thought-less-ness is neither an end nor a beginning; but what encounters us in our passing-through its silhouettes. Thoughtlessness pervades that which is there; but thought is not its opposite, and we are witnessing what is there, escaping its thereness without moving, nearing us in our witnessing, permeating us, rendering us other silhouettes, the silhouettes of thought-less-ness, thoughtless. But we should not endeavor to think; since thought is not the opposite and since we are thinking thoughtlessly. We should not begin to think; since thoughtlessness is neither an end nor a beginning, neither history nor time. Thoughtlessness is what comes neither before nor after; and that which neither comes nor fades away, but an encounter, lacking, without being a lack, that which renders it decided-ness or decided.