ABSTRACT
What compels us to think, to inquire, to act? From the outset, our intellectual undertakings have been animated by a persistent and troubling question: What is at stake? In a world where in difference reigned supreme, would there be any science at all – any philosophy, any anthropology, any critique? Surely, it is the felt force of difference – the perception of tension injustice, or incongruity – that renders inquiry not merely possible but necessary.
