When I was a very small child I truly believed that my storybooks issued out of the æther, and I was grievously disappointed when I learned they sprang from a human agency. That particular knowledge debased the currency for me, for I had thought texts had an existence of their own. Ever since I have striven to reproduce that innocent faith in the omniscience of the text as a work of nature.
Textistence. A term that I never wrote.
See:
http://catherineeisnerfrance.blogspot.co.uk/2011/09/poesie-trouvee-unsought-text.html
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