Elaborate circling paths of thought, inquiry, investigation debouching at the 'non-existence of the self' all of these are expressions of the death-drive, the desire to be present at one's own absence in the most emphatic way possible, which means that the goal must not be acknowledged but discovered, and repeatedly so. The death-drive is not final but is always in a dance with its opposite face, the erotic drive, their common root, wherein their distinction disappears is in the circling repetition, with and without variation, finite into infinite and infinite into finite.