VII. I believe. I want to believe.

The concepts comfort me; a centripetal force drawing me to a center. The artifacts come together like ions form crystals, and together weave our aether. I will not comfort myself in this belief however. I cannot believe.

What is it that I want but is impossible to have? What is it my father wanted but could not have; his impossibility? What is it that Mr. Badiou wants but cannot ever attain?

VIII. Father is outside the question.