The human being is the utter strangeness of action between two nothings. The self is a potentiality for being whose sole basis, limit, and condition of possibility is a double nothing, a double impotentialization, which of course is to say that it is also its condition of impossibility, an existential quasi-transcendental. Impotence— finally— is what makes us human. We should wear it as a badge of honor. It is the signal of our weakness, and nothing is more important or impotent than that.