In this book on metaphysics, I argue that our raison d’être cannot be considered in isolation: it is inextricably bound to the raison d’être of the Other, as well as to the reason for all those things our minds perceive. In order to exist, we are therefore constrained to attribute meaning to the world. However, I suggest that this meaning is arbitrary; it is in no way justified, since existence is not founded on any tangible facts. The task facing humans is thus not to succeed in finding some kind of truth, but to come to terms with their ontological error. As I will attempt to demonstrate in this book, this notion has deep-reaching implications that are both scientific (the relationship between the self, the observations made by the self and the notion of order) and metaphysical (the condition, limits and extensions of the self).
Existence is in perpetual motion, it is a breath of air, made up of advances and interruptions. However, this breath would be nothing more than mere agitation if the conscious being did not assign it a degree of aesthetic continuity; in other words, if it did not conceive of itself, as well as the surrounding reality, in a sufficiently stable and coherent fashion to enable the emergence of its conscience. Reality is, in itself, pure chaos; it comprises neither form nor order. It is assigned these qualities by the conscious being, which is engaging in graceful action and employs great determination, since without such qualities its existence appears baseless.