When you search, you stall, you stumble, you stand up again, you repeat. And sometimes you see. Greedy for sight, then, you repeat it harder.
Anglo American pragmatic philosophy was compared to an archipelago by Deueze … to be honest, I cannot recall why, I’m guessing it was something to do with the geological historicity of its sublimated ethic or something.
I’d say the search is also an archipelago, each age of sight an island situated according to a geological, not genealogical, matter of Time. Between these islands, the ocean, sublimation itself, positioned explicitly as such, embodying the moments of stalling, stumbling, standing as the identity/totality/monad governing the first and second heavens of the soul’s progress.