therefore, there is first silence, nothingness. that doesn't answer. but there is the question. there would be no way to understand that the world, the i, the we that are left deserted were they not put to the question. herein lies the enigma: that the question of being and meaning can emerge out of dumb nothingness. that life is never dead enough not to let out the cry of abandonment.


                                                                                                          -jean-francois lyotard