The Aphorism of Psalm 118:22

I crave to be with others because without “others” there is no “I.” That I am (identity) is a statistical-functional position within the deontic-inferential network of (in)compatibilities. To be is to be contrasted, for to be here-now is to be not there-then. I need you by me to be next to whom I am. I need the whole grid on which I emerge as a coordinate. Naturally, the cogito that I am strives to be attached to my surroundings, for otherwise it will be staring at a void. But what is staring if there is nothing to stare at after all? Alas, everything eventually evaporates into the air, and we shed tears because nothing stays forever. As the wise says, “No man ever steps in the same river twice.” Constantly, we drink of Lethe, ramble through the wilderness, to quench our thirst, to rise from one slumber to another, all the while what we feel close to are ever being distanced from us. In our hands are configurations of particulars, collections of ashes. So they will leave us again and ...