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Cards, that virtual money, protect us from the vulgarity of cash. But money itself, that artefact of value, protects us from the vulgarity of the commodity. And the commodity, that artefact of desire, protects us from the vulgarity of human relations. In this way, we are marvellously protected.

Might you perhaps hurl yourself into the void through this therapeutic window? How about a hermeneutic window from which to hurl yourself beyond meaning? Or an existential window from which to hurl yourself out of existence and the perpetual reason for existing?

I slipped into this tricky business like a cat into a sack, and all the lubricious vipers began to writhe.

The presupposed Adamic ipseity is priceless.

if the difference is weak, that is because the dehiscence is nil