The story I tell here is that of the whole world...

For who has not been tired, as the days go by, of the wonderful spectacle of heaven, of the face of the Lover, and even, in the first place, of being alive?

You get tired of it because you don't expect – you don't listen – anything else.

What is exposed always returns, it stagnates in its presence and in its recurrence and it no longer emerges, it does not appear anymore. We will not be able to access it except by discovering the unheard of that has been hidden there. Not because of an overcoming in a Beyond, but because of an overflow of our experience. That is, by opening a breach in its constituted and regulated frameworks, thus liberating what is revealed there as different and which is then made to be found. In this way, returning that exhausting reality to the non-integrable that it contains in itself, and therefore to the vertiginous, to the properly unheard-of, before all morality, is what our existences play around – oscillate.

The unheard of thus becomes the primary concept, the key concept, which opens up a metaphysical minimum where such a transformation takes place, here and now.

For what else can we hope for—expect to hear from another—more than the unheard-of?