The Preface (n.) is a necessary gesture of homage and parricide: the book, as father, claims an authority or origin that is both true and false.
A Preface (n.) falls like an empty husk, a piece of formal refuse that philosophy, by its essence, can do without.
The Preface (n.) lodges in a certain spacing between concept and existence, between thought and time, a place no one can name.
The Preface (n.) makes the future present, drawing it closer and reducing it to manifest presence.
The Preface (n.) is a discourse external to the concept, a machine devoid of meaning or life, always close to the procedure of mathematics.
The Preface (n.) is a third term that dialectics never sublates without leaving a remainder.
The Preface (n.) is a fiction, and once fiction affirms itself as simulacrum it disorganizes every opposition the book was meant to subordinate.
The Preface (n.) is the word of a father, admiring his work and answering for his son.
The Preface (n.) is everywhere, hidden under its protocol block, and bigger than the book.
A Preface (n.) is a non-book that precedes any book whatever, an unceasing preface indefinitely put off.