The kind of research that would allow us to take comfort in our abstractions, our essentializing views of the world, are complicated by the fact that our every day practices disrupt these logics. But the regrets are like those of the poet, and like him, it struggles against oblivion: "And I forgot the element of chance introduced by circumstances, calm or haste, sun or cold, dawn or dusk, the taste of strawberries or abandonment, the half-understood message, the front page of the newspapers, the voice on the telephone, the most anodyne conversation, the most anonymous of man or woman, everything that speaks, makes noise, passes by, touches us lightly, meets us head on." - Jacques Sojcher
Life after the Academy