Through the fissure between dream and vigil that some call magic, for lack of the Andean term that alludes to the art of that which shines due to its absence, and is absent while it shines, illa in the flesh, singularly Derrida, let it be on the record how the spoil of the metaphysics of presence has also connections with Satie and De Greiff, both more of a threat to the Agents of the Aesthetical Stock Exchange the more strange they are, while to the censors of artistic vanity this very alliance affects the idealistic chiaroscuro, be it Adorno’s, heir of Hegel’s, be it the one of Levinas’, heir of Rosenzweig: it is all about discerning the traits of a resisting desistance towards one or the others, and neither thrown to visibility nor tied to dark ascesis that could be able to twist thread by thread the expositive weft which bows before the postal trajectory: “author message receiver.”