While We Contemplate the Texts...

Deep within textual reality and its labyrinths, we explore the antiquity of ideas and their recurrence across spaces, sites, and illusions. As we search for what reveals itself here and there, truths conceal themselves and specters take hold—specters of primordial thought—making the necessity of return and renewal an inevitable fate. It is impossible for thought to ascend into isolation, nor can contemplation spring from a vacuum. Every idea is a test, a trial, and a deliberate plunge into transgression; every beginning is stripped of pristine innocence.

Texts originate from remnants and build upon traces, even if those traces are illusions seeking manifestation in spaces and sites. Time guarantees digressions, agreements, and contradictions, while the joy in all of it perhaps lies in the game of dice and the nostalgia for shaping destinies through the pleasures of blindness.

Texts crave repetition; they reject voids and disbelieve in fleeting bubbles, while plunging into the depths remains an affair of infinities. On the surface reside all relationships when openness to new horizons begins and visions fuse between knowledge and signs, as well as between understanding and possibilities. Even if some seek power within the letters, the lines are never devoid of words; rather, the faces of texts teem with life and suffering. Within them lies that which exposes secrets and that which veils them, alongside what the speaker reveals when facing accusations before the righteous.

Fidelity to texts is a matter of faith and principle, yet facts often betray sentiments. To flee from an idea means falling into total chaos through repetition, clad in conviction and sheer skill. If only tranquility were attainable among words and the engravings of pens. Tranquility lies in the paradoxes of writing, in the continual cycle of return, and in the rejection of all forms of proxy thinking.