"The philosopher would be someone poor, dirty, rather down-and-out, always unhoused, sleeping beneath the stars, but very curious, skilled in ruses and tricks of all kinds, constantly reflecting, a sorcerer, a sophist, sometimes exuberant, sometimes close to death. He is a sort of barefoot waif who goes out under the stars seeking an encounter with reality, the embrace, the knowledge of whatever benevolence, beauty, or wisdom might be found there." -Luce Irigaray
