Tuesday, November 11, 2014
Chance does not speak essentially through words nor can it be seen in their convolution. It is the eruption of language, its sudden appearance.... It's not a night atwinkle with stars, an illuminated sleep, nor a drowsy vigil. It is the very edge of consciousness.
Michel Foucault (1926-1984), French essayist, philosopher. Death and the Labyrinth: The World of Raymond Roussel, ch. 3 (1963, trans. 1986).