Between Truth and Choreographic Void
The cause or a cause, sometimes, appears to be an excuse and one should ask whether a statement or its omission is truer. Thought is not so much valuable for its inevitable convergences towards the truth, or its presumed relevance, but rather for its incalculable divergences that separate it from it. Thought must work to restore to the world its correct vision without misunderstandings. When, in fact, words run faster than meaning, we have madness; when they are slower, we have illusion. It is not even true that to live, one must believe in one's own existence or delude oneself into existing. Today, truth is only the best interpretation that each, or someone, manages to give of reality and its desirable objectification.
Thus this truth becomes an eccentric form of thought, alien to dialectics and critical thinking itself. It creates a game with reality just as seduction is the interpretation of desire or the metaphor is of objectification. And although it may be an illusion or a simulacrum, it appears as a sort of infinite choreography of change, awakening, and regeneration within which to interpret the world by moving from a different and incontrovertible perspective that inhabits one's ordinary life.