Plato's metaphor for the body as a screen between us and true reality, the mind.
but ,
there is no vision without the screen.
ideas like Proust's "little phrase"
or those of sunsets, or pets,
could not be given
to us
except in carnal experience.
not exhausted by their manifestations,
they owe their authority, their power to the fact that they are in the heart of the sensible.
assuring us that they've been acquired
through commerce with the visible
to which they remain attached.
Lived.
is my body a thing?
an idea?
or the measurant of the things?
we may recognize
an ideality that is not alien to the flesh
but gives it
its axes, its depth
its dimensions.
pure ideality is itself not without
flesh
nor freed from
horizon structures:
it lives of them
though they be
another flesh
and other horizons.
