The earth in observance of the nymphs buried them all, preserving in them still their music, and they by an everlasting sentence and decree of the muses breathe out a voice.
–Longus, Daphins and Chloe
It is the narrative of a libido that encounters, beyond he recognized law and the recognizable meaning., the sensation
without sense of the free elements, light that does not elucidate or clarify, wind-intoned musicality without a text, sun thatfecundates an inhuman progeny in an orphan libido.
–Alphonso Lingis, Deleuze on a Deserted Island Further reading