ABSTRACT
Its seductive pull is practically instantaneous, even faster and better than a Polaroid on those memorial festive occasions when kin and kinsfolk gather together. Within the framing of the thirty-second delay from “point-and-shoot” to recognition, a reiteration of the indubitability of the cogito in the mirror of reflection prepares for the celebration of the quest for certainty about to be realized in a, so to speak, Cartesian flash—“Yes, that’s it!” Completion, Identity and Self-Representation recognized and firmly embraced by all participants. Huddled around the fetish, a sensus communis opens its doors to all properly prepared for the feast of communion.
