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And that's what the figure of the circle means to me

When I was a child I always wanted to draw circles on paper, and on whatever support that was presented to me.   Now, so many years later, I do have some inkling of the meaning of that repeated act : I was ensuring a separation from the rest of the world, from the small and tall environments in which I found myself inscribed.  

 And I still do like to paint or draw circles, the urge to do so never fails me.   In a sense I still am the little child longing for separation from the endless cosmos in which our lives are embedded; I am still floating in its waters, its ocean of emotions.   I still feel the impetus to draw my own circles, and to live in the inner circular space through which I ensure some separation, some distance and intimicy.  

 Afterall, separation and intimicy -without which no intense experience is possible- is never a given, but an endless task, a call to which I never fail to answer.  One cannot be someone if one is not engaged in meticulous, and ever renewed separation.   There is no alternative, but to drown in the flood of false emotions and excitations, provided for by the media, relatives, society at large.  I would not hesitate to affirm that it is a sacred duty to accept the invitation to become oneself (as Nietzsche would say), and to do so through multiple and ever reiterated acts of distanciation, of separation, of circular enclosure...

and that's what the figure of the circle means to me : the figure does not so much stand for completion, as Hegel would have, for the perfect circle of self-understanding, but for an act of returning to oneself, a way of giving birth to the very place that one is, as long as one assumes one's name, one's fate, one's singular character....