But if we “listen” to the design of things, we encounter an angle, a trap detains the dreamer: Mais il y a des angles d’où l’on ne peut plus sortir. (But there are angles from which one cannot escape.) Yet even in this prison, there is peace. In these angles and corners, the dreamer would appear to enjoy the repose that divides being and non-being. He is the being of an unreality. Only an event can cast him out.
