VISUAL AND CRITICAL STUDIES

LETTER TO DAVID HUME THAT I WILL NOT SEND BECAUSE I HAVE MISPLACED DOUBT, HIS FAVORITE SWEATER // [MIRROR ACCOUNT #4]

Saint Homme,

A ciphered message we enjoy & buoy ourselves along in the bounty of joy, jouissance Nor need we fear that this philosophy, while it endeavours to limit our enquiries to common life, should ever undermine the reasonings of common life, and carry its doubts so far as to destroy all action it's late in the day & the special relation to language, the private natural operations are performed, never appear to the senses; nor is it reasonable to conclude, merely because one event, in one instance, precedes another, that therefore the one is the cause, the other the effect topology has come to bear on the figure who escapes the Imaginary. If I were Joyce & dead & you were still David Hume & epiphanically alive in the instant of radical foreclosure that defined the sinthome, our parapathetic chases would signify a form beyond analysis. Instead, you are the mirror that spherically aberrates the form before we have time to contextualize. Your sweater is engaged by argument to make this step, it must be induced by some other principle of equal weight and authority; and that principle will preserve its influence as long as human nature remains the same. What that principle is may well be worth the pains of enquiry next to the bed. Sorry about that, the love of truth; and that passion never is, nor can be, carried to too high a degree. It is surprising, therefore, that this philosophy, which, in almost every instance, must be harmless and innocent, should be the subject of so much groundless reproach and obloquy dude.