What is language? Where does it come from and what does it want (from us)?

To Spinoza nomads we traverse a flat shimmering world breeding images. signs & erratic/ erotic encounters; surfaces effacing depth...we killed being you and I – for what? for the sake of ecstatic form. modes counterfeit substance, producing a synthetic real. If being exists it does so as an effect of the imaginary, of imaging. so, not-being, not-at-all-being then, not even becoming.