We don't believe too easily now. We are not at the center. Our characters do not emerge in our discourses. The world is not present to us and we are not present to the world. We miss ourselves. We dismiss ourselves. We are gone.
No matter. I can learn not to be afraid of dismissal or extinction. I can learn what I have said myself: we are remnants, scraps, leftovers already outside, at the edge. Where we were not exiles before, we have exiled ourselves.
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No matter. I can learn not to be afraid of dismissal or extinction. I can learn what I have said myself: we are remnants, scraps, leftovers already outside, at the edge. Where we were not exiles before, we have exiled ourselves.
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