ABSTRACT
Signs are not related to the things or states of the world they appear to designate, but they stand for, they stand in front of, quieter intents, words and deeds. Having read their surfaces, we can know the secrets in lying signs. Whether to know them, whether to jump from the sign to the silent agents of material existence, from the lie to its concealed, distant masters, from the signifier to what is forcing it to signify, this is a crisis of what has been until now tranquil, domesticated semiotics.
