the reversal of effects and causes, the precession of effects over causes of the ends over the origin. Predestination. Metalepsis.
I have dreamt of a force-five conceptual storm blowing over the devastated real.
You can be the impostor of your own ideas (you don't believe in them; they have no effects for you) or the libertine (you treat them like dancing girls)
The funniest thing, all the same, is this 'probably'. The scientific community 'asserts' that something has probably never existed! It is difficult to be more objective.
I found her so beautiful in black only because I dreamt of her dead. In fact, it was because I dreamt of her as a widow. What I was in love with in her was the allegory of my own death. But I possessed that allegory physically--which is an original form of the work of mourning.
