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energy which created religion as a trace in the process of working itself out
is very real. On the other hand, the process that creates every religion turns
the free-play of signifiers that was in the beginning into a game with rules
and borders. One is not allowed to edit and revise those rules or redraw those
borders once the game is in progress; seeing any gap between the map and the
territory strips the emperor naked, un-tunes the sky and makes it harder for
the simply devout to properly digest their food, whether we are talking about
material bread or spiritual sustenance. A shaman is a visionary walking between
worlds, gesturing madly in an attempt to make us see the absence of everything
missing from our side of the divide. We live inside a map which is one of the
worlds the shaman walks between. The shaman is no prophet. She does not claim
exclusive rights to anything. She leaves no true map of things to ensnare later
travelers.
“What, do you imagine that I would take so much trouble and so much pleasure in writing, do you think that I would keep so persistently to my task, if I were not preparing - with a rather shaky hand - a labyrinth into which I can venture, in which I can move my discourse, opening up underground passages, forcing it to go far from itself, finding overhangs that reduce and deform its itinerary, in which I can lose myself and appear at last to eyes that I will never have to meet again.
I am no doubt not the only one who writes in order to have no face. Do not ask who I am and do not ask me to remain the same: leave it to our bureaucrats and our police to see that our papers are in order. At least spare us their morality when we write.” –Michel Foucault
I am no doubt not the only one who writes in order to have no face. Do not ask who I am and do not ask me to remain the same: leave it to our bureaucrats and our police to see that our papers are in order. At least spare us their morality when we write.” –Michel Foucault
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