Communication (n.) is the craze of our age — media about media, message blurred with medium — because what it lays bare is a web with no content at all: the bare ‘com-’, ourselves as network.
Communication (n.) is not a tool of Being, and language is not a tool of communication: communication is Being.
Communication (n.) is not the passing of messages toward consensus but an exposition: finite existence laid open to finite existence, appearing before it and with it.
Communication (n.) is not something added onto human reality; it is what makes it up.
Communication (n.) is the unworking of all the work that is social, economic, technical and institutional.
Communication (n.) rests not on speech, nor even on silence, but on exposure to death — not mine but another’s, whose closest living presence is already an eternal, unbearable absence.