That’s page 130 in Touch by Gabriel Josipovici (Yale University Press, 1996)
—— and this is what I quoted:
The structure consists of a series of gestures in a certain order which satisfies.
The structure is never final. As soon as it has been completed satisfactorily it ceases to matter. The search for boundaries begins again. It will always begin again. Not as Sisyphus rolls his stone up the hill again and again, but as the sun rises each morning, as one breathes in and out and then in again and again.
Yet it is not as natural as breathing. Not even as natural as swimming or kicking a ball. For it is never possible to tell in advance where the boundaries will be or even if they exist.
There is no end to it. But ends no longer matter.
One thinks or imagines a mudra or a pose in ballet — that certain order that satisfies. And one realizes that all gesture is in flight. And translates. Aware of interdependence.
And so for day 881