[W]e are never fixed at a moment or in a given state but always fixed by an [i]dea as though in the glimmer of a look, always fixed in a movement that is under way.
-- from Difference & Repetition, Gilles Deleuze, p. 219.
Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night. -- Rainer Maria Rilke
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