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In coming into existence through language, one sometimes becomes aware, glimpses for a moment, that the very thing promised by language, the actualisation of the space of Self, is constantly forced to evacuate, even from the space the language of the Self itself creates. For no sooner is the Self made real in language than Others stake their claim on spaces not before imagined. The deathly silence that sometimes breaks out between the Self and Other sometimes remains the only reliable witness of the living spaces of their independent being. Not everyone will agree, of course, that the Self and Other are only linked in silence- the silence of respect.