I started by talking about knowledge, the better to be understood: the French philosophy with which we've grown up deals with little but epistemology. But for Husserl and the phenomenologists our consciousness of things is in no sense restricted to knowledge of them. The knowledge or pure ‘representation’ of it is only one of the possible forms of my consciousness ‘of’ this tree; I can also love it, fear it, hate it; and the way ‘consciousness’ goes beyond itself, which we call ‘intentionality’, is also to be found in fear, hatred and love. To hate someone is another way of breaking out toward him, it's suddenly finding oneself confronting a stranger and experiencing, above all suffering, his objective quality of ‘hatefulness’. And all at once those famous ‘subjective’ reactions of love, hate, fear and sympathy, which were floating in the rancid marinade of Mind, are removed from it; they are just ways of discovering the world.

Apparent determinacy, in the guise of regularities of classification, symbol, and of form, may veil fundamental instabilities and changes of content.