To be a subject means to surpass and transgress the horizon of facts in order—in the assertion of a new form, the form of the subject—to give space to the experience of a primordial inner turmoil, which is the truth of the subject. I call this inner turmoil the incommensurability of a life that, as the life of a subject, reaches beyond its representation as subject in the field of aesthetic, social, political, and cultural evidence. The subject articulates this distance not in retrospect. It is nothing other than the distance that it articulates vis-à-vis the authority of facts.