The I (n.) is bound to the other — "I am you, when I am I."
The I (n.) is identified without being identified — internally, without appearing, and before taking a name.
The I (n.) is deduced from being: because Dasein has mineness, it is I.
The I's (n.) secrecy guarantees the discretion of the totality; it is solitude par excellence.
The I (n.) who speaks always pleads for the happiness that makes up its egoism — the I is an apology.
The I (n.) is not innocent spontaneity but usurper and murderer before the Other, whom I cannot kill.
The I (n.) is an islet on which the absolute void, the nowhere from which the element comes, beats on all sides.
The I (n.) is a being always outside of being and even outside of itself — the infinite power to say 'as for me ...'
The I (n.) always has one foot caught in its own existence: outside, facing everything, it is inside itself, tied to itself.
The I (n.) is a privilege and an election: the only way in being to go beyond the straight line of the law.
The I (n.) is not a residue of a past instant attempting a new one; it is the very demand for the non-definitive.
The I (n.) is someone who escapes his concept; it surfaces only in responding for the other, where no one can replace me.
The I (n.) is not unique like the Eiffel Tower or the Mona Lisa: not one sample only, but existing without any genus at all.
The I (n.) is neither a thing nor a spiritual center: it must be grasped in its amphibious mutation from an event into an entity.
The I (n.) does not first exist and then get limited by enjoyment and need: only in enjoyment does the I crystallize.
The I (n.) is incapable of apostasy from itself, even when it frightens itself or finds itself a stranger; its self-alienation is but the play of the same.
The I (n.) is not a being that stays the same but a being whose existing consists in identifying itself — recovering its identity through everything that happens to it.
The I (n.) when unprotected stands outside the concept of the I: legal society shelters a constituted self, but the I that cannot elude the other man is unique and naked.
The I (n.) as sovereign subject possesses itself as if it came before everything: even arriving late, it is as though it were the beginning of the universe — and the end of history is its full possession of itself.