The Crack in Space

Can one say this, that the world one doesn’t originate, which is (nominally or, if you like, in appearance, ontologically) the actual or objective world, the world that exists in itself, is as a desire a kind of crack in space, there is where the homelessness of the truth is found, this is where one bleeds.

I know that saying that wont be understood but let it stand.

Tags: , Homelessness, The Truth, The World