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Quizá lo desconocido esté mucho más cerca que cualquier pensamiento




 Si nuestro pensamiento repite en una infinitud de variaciones unos temas básicos de la la supervivencia ¿quiere esto decir que no podríamos nunca acercarnos a lo desconocido? Quizá lo desconocido esté mucho más cerca que cualquier pensamiento, en el sujeto pensante, que hoy, como hace miles de años, sigue siendo un misterio para el pensar. La imagen objetiva que se pretende hacer de tal sujeto destruye su naturaleza en la medida que se crea con él un simulacro mental. De forma deductiva, inductiva o analógica proyectamos una fracción de la vida-inteligencia sobre algo que es fundamentalmente no-objeto. Lo que no es objeto no es pensable ni comprensible, pues es lo que piensa, lo que comprende. No podemos pensar un no-objeto, ni conocerlo, tan sólo podemos serlo. ¿Puede desarrollarse una forma de pensar como ser, un discurso en el que no hable tan sólo la capacidad mental, ya sea la de la racionalidad científica o la de la vida cotidiana que opera con la lógica de las emociones básicas?
 Fuera de las proyecciones infinitas de mi heredado ego social, del sueño que mi aprendida y trabajada individuación repite hasta la saciedad como cualquier otra función orgánica, nada sé, y nada puedo saber. Y ese saber no es sino la sombra de un sueño. Frente a lo desconocido llego desnudo, es más, vacío. Cualquier intento de acercarme a ello, me aleja.

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