…We kept pounding our brains on the rocks of logic and metaphysics and we realized…Still smarting from the well spread bruises… that the efforts of this hammering on reality leads us to breaks generating new knowledge…yow…the exhaustion…ooh-la…the effort…yow…pains bringing novelties and a genuine new theoretical force which is undeniably the confrontation between the still image and the moving image…we thus come up against one of contemporary culture’s major problematics…yesss…ahhhh….it is thus..ooh…yesss…edifying and majestic…our adherence and adaptation to lightning quick change allows us to interrogate in a dialectically fruitful way that which within the still image signifies the moving image and that which mobility undoubtedly owes to stability…all while maintaining the static position of attention…ohhhh…the delights of shifting gears….uh- huh…stopping and starting…uh-yeah…moving so fast without wasting this new energy which finally allows us to move quickly towards things…and then become transfixed by the vegetation…for example….and to claim the idea of motion… yeah…yeah…the wind blowing through our air.