The eye is mirror and lamp: it discharges its light into the world around it, while in a movement that is not necessarily contradictory, it precipitates this same light into the transparency of its well. Its globe has the expansive quality of a marvellous seed - like an egg imploding towards the center of night and extreme light, which it is and which it has just ceased to be. It is the figure of being in the act of trangressing of its own limit.

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