It is difficult to fantasize a world without groups of any kind. The faces of the people seem, necessarily, to arise from some group. The smallest conceivable group is a couple, a couple in coitus. A group is a genuine two-in-one, a unity of division. "Show me the face you had before you were conceived." The group is a conceptual construct, a genital body.

In reality the minimum is four; the smallest perceivable group is a family of four. A four-dimensional group is necessarily, bi-sexual and bi-generational. The face of the person is simultaneously that of a woman/child/man/child. Faces are fantastic, images made up of parts; the face is a familial face. What of all the faceless ones?

"The faceless shall always be with you." There is a persistant facelessness in the face of the familial face, what Anti-Oedipus refers to as the "schiz-flow." It would appear that there are subjects among us, who when they look into the mirror do not see themselves looking back, subjects whose faces are cracked. "Broken flesh, broken mind, broken speech. Truth, a broken body: fragments, or aphorisms; as opposed to systematic form or methods. . . . Love's Body 188.