Thought (n.) must keep clear of the real projection of ideas and their translation into acts.
Thought (n.) connects with the world's event, not a nonexistent totality, but its unpredictable coming-to-pass.
Thought (n.) and reality do not fit together; no natural bridge joins them, and only the gap between them keeps thought singular, an event in its own right.
Thought (n.) ought to run ahead, marginal and exceptional, the shadow thrown by events to come; today it trails behind them.
Thought (n.) turns depressive in those who talk endlessly of changing the world while unable to change their own language.
Thought (n.) earns its worth where it parts company with truth, not where it happens to agree with it.
Thought (n.) keeps its singularity only by staying at odds with the real; any smooth bridge between the two would dissolve it.
Thought (n.) should run ahead of events, casting the shadow of what is coming; today events have lapped it.
Thought (n.) at its most radical encrypts instead of decrypting, making a far-too-legible world illegible again.
Thought (n.) owes the world a counter-gift: hand it back as baffling as it arrived, and if possible a touch more baffling.