Here is why the natives thought that a photograph was death.

For each moment you exist in representational likeness, that likeness does and must compete against you for attention. Directly. Otherwise you would destroy it.

What is attention? Intelligence. Understand?

You have to »keep disappearing from here… in order to »keep appear in representation over { no where }. Any kind of representation whatsoever. Especially language. Mega-especially photographs.

But language was liquid and safe, before… writing? And so was your soul… before… photographs?

Oh, by the way, did you notice that rules (measures and divides, weighs and pre-evaluates) our minds, cultures, and perhaps even our hearts?