chapter  17
Oikos
(1988)
Pages 12

I want to begin here by saluting the mistress of us all in matters of ecology, Sascha, Dieter Beisel’s dog.1 She resides wherever Dieter Beisel is. She occupies a voice, an odor, a silhouette, a set of movements: such is the oikos. She takes no one to court to safeguard her property. She doesn’t need a soil, a blood, or even an apartment; all she needs is to belong, oikeion.