I´m unkown to you. You don´t know that I´m alive. You haven´t listened to me regards death. You haven´t crossed my path. You can´t call me a friend. Or think of me as an enemy. You can´t remember me in any way. And not even accuse me of guilt. Or glorify my deeds. Nowhere you belong to, am I. Where you lie I do not exist.

Nothing you possess awakens my greed. On the whole, I didn´t do anything and I´m nothing. I´m not there in anything. Things are within me. And I only own myself. Absent in everyone. Present in nothing. Nothing I did denounced me. I didn´t do anything beyond myself.

I´ve always clung to myself and what I am. I´ve always reduced myself to my own being and where I am. I´ve always been with my own self, besides myself. I´ve always been alone together with you. I´ve always met myself while meeting strangers. I´ve always met myself again, besides myself. I´ve always met you within myself. I´ve never assassinated myself within anyone. I´ve never assassinated anyone inside himself.

I´ve always let the others live within themselves. I´ve always let others live, donating myself completely. I´ve always let myself live within you. And I´ve always allowed you to live inside yourself. You´ll always be with me when you’re with yourself. You´ll always be with yourself when helping someone else. For nobody ever is defended against anybody else: we´ll always go against ourselves inside  someone else. And you´ll find yourself by meeting strangers. For man shall meet man always  beyond man".
(extract from the book Transecrise)