How else can one write of those things which one doesn't know, or knows badly?
It is precisely here that we imagine having something to say. We write only at the frontiers of our knowledge, at the border which separate our knowledge from our ignorance and transforms the one to the other.
Only in this manner are we resolved to write.
To satisfy ignorance is to put off writing until tomorrow -or rather, to make it impossible.
Perhaps writing was a relation to silence altogether more threantening that that, which is supposed to entertain with death.
Now you are wise ~