into another one. This yields a double envelope or loop. The sign of infinity? The bridge is at the re-crossing-re-intersection of these two envelopes. At this place, the inside passes into the outside, which comes back to the inside after having gone around. There is no longer any not-inside or not-outside here. Here the whole is: taken up again in a flawless double encirclement. There will be no breaching of this double boundary. Everything takes place "inside" this double enclosure: one comes and goes here from one side of the bank to the other, from one bank to the other nearly imperceptibly, and without noticing that one has changed sides.
The outside of being-there and the inside of the soul, the inside of the soul and the outside of being-there, indefinitely pass one into the other: all that is needed is a bridge of language to cross. It is crossed both coming and going, though it goes all the while in the same direction. What is received from the world and what is given to it-or re-given-what is given to it and what is received from it, now pass insensibly from one to the other, one in the other, staying all the while within the same project, the same course. A waymaking?
A proposition does not have two sides, one below and one above, at any rate not when it holds by itself. It no more adheres to a substratum that ensures its founding than it overflies itself to estimate the distance-from, to gain a perspective, a point of view. When it is set forth, it holds by, in, and for itself. From where does it, as such, derive its matter? This remains unthought.
For were there not, this side of the first envelope, she who from the first supplied the nourishment for its constitution, organization, and interconnection, and, beyond the second envelope, she who supports its constitution-appearance-projection with an outside, the proposition would not hold. These two provisions of "matter" are forgotten.