ABSTRACT

This chapter discusses some of fellow-travellers, and asks why and how in a regular democracy they metaphorically wait at the border, and why and how they thereby b/order ourselves and thereby others. For the border waiters at airports, the body has become a passport and the luggage in and of itself. The Law is de-centred, there is no centre behind the gate, or in terms of Kafka’s parable: there are only more gates. It may be illustrative for this border as a belief that the people in the state are usually promised thicker walls and higher fences than would be necessary when reasoning strictly in military terms. Radical paranoia, the home of the omnipresent ever-watching, and inescapable order, would result in the neurotic destruction of the individual self; and radical psychosis, the endless unbounded escape, would lead to a maniacal destruction of the social self.