If the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spentIf the unheard, unspokenWord is unspoken, unheard; Still is the spoken word, the Word unheard, The Word without a word, the Word withinThe world and for the world; And the light shone in the darkness andAgainst the Word the unstilled world still whirledAbout the center of the silent Word. Oh my people, what have I done unto thee. Where shall the word be found, where shall the wordResound? Not here, there is not enough silence
The resulting texts always took a narrative term, enigmatic at first but ultimately explicit and often premonitory. The semantic distribution of these basic elements diverted them from their original meaning, thus revealing their real significance. Henceforth, every form of writing will consist of an operation of decoding, of contamination, and of sense perversion. All this because all language is essentially mystification, and everything is fiction.