Far from our models, the word disorder usually designates the anonymous flood of the outside. I would like to point out the blind force of a human and earthly current, impetuously random, from which we must protect ourselves. But this is not an ethics book in the usual style. It does not operate with the opposition of good to evil, it does not seek a set of prescriptions for a better life or an idea of ​​duty that guides the action. It does not try that men learn to behave in supposedly moral terms, but that each one assumes his indecipherable native sign and gives it a way of life. The link between ethics and joy, between morality and strength, has been dangerously forgotten. Discipline is not claimed by the external signs of the organization, but by the inner development of the power.
This book attempts to update the old certainty, Eastern and Western, that external contingencies always occur in a hidden, remotely intelligible order. According to such experience, thought is not in the first place a reflective act that may or may not be realized, but the secret turbulence of any material presence, however peaceful it may seem. The same is to be and to think, it is already affirmed before Plato. It is a dizzying and at the same time common experience, admitted in the flattest - although not always expressible - popular wisdom. If here we have the pretension to defend it, in a sufficiently understandable way, it is for the intention of showing it in the most daily and banal actuality.