History is littered with the invisible, now undetectable, or maybe, incomprehensible, remains of discarded relational – or perhaps, organizational – objects.

Where were they?  Look for the corpses.  The victims will tell you where they were.  But they cannot tell you what they were.

The corpses are testimonials to the social construction that brought about their demise.  But they cannot tell you about the symbolic order that generated the social construction, because that symbolic order was never theirs to hold.  It was never theirs to rule, to use, to use to exclude, to use to kill.

Each social construction lasts only so long.  And when it passes, “the symbolic order that held it in actuality” also slips back into the realm of possibility, like the gold of the golden calf, turning from an object of worship back into jewelry.