The plastic word. To ask oneself about the plastic of and in the word is a journey that must be made in order to reach a conclusion: what an idle question! The plastic in and of the word turns out to be a colossal obviousness; since, the word transforms and is transformed, is molded and molds, gives rise to creation and destruction, in the same way to existence, because it exists and is created and destroys. The word traverses reality, the world, things, the sublime, the grotesque, everything and nothingness. Its inherence with the world leads us to think precisely about its power. The word is the maker of the world: the world, things and man are connected through this living creature, which is not still, which changes. In fact, through it, slowness or vertiginousness is injected into reality. It produces hollowness or occupies it. The word assigns singularity to man, makes him as such, makes him a monster, humanizes him or bestializes him. What would the human being be without the word? The word is body, it is flesh... The word is man...