By delimiting its outermost contours, we have already failed in our prime intention of getting nearer—if one allows me the always-already failed metaphor—to what we are today going to fail to try to conceive of.
On Silence(?)
By delimiting its outermost contours, we have already failed in our prime intention of getting nearer—if one allows me the always-already failed metaphor—to what we are today going to fail to try to conceive of.