Something In The World Forces

The Percept Is The Landscape Before Man, In The Absence Of Man.

Is It Not First Through The Voice That One Becomes Animal?

Language Is Not Made To Be Believed But To Be Obeyed, And To Compel Obedience Newspapers, News, Proceed By Redundancy, In That They Tell Us What We ‘must’ Think, Retain, Expect, Etc. Language Is Neither Informational Nor Communicational. It Is Not The Communication Of Information But Something Quite Different: The Transmission Of Order-words, Either From One Statement To Another Or Within Each Statement, Insofar As Each Statement Accomplishes An Act And The Act Is Accomplished In The Statement

To Become Imperceptible Oneself, To Have Dismantled Love In Order To Become Capable Of Loving. To Have Dismantled One's Self In Order Finally To Be Alone And Meet The True Double At The Other End Of The Line. A Clandestine Passenger On A Motionless Voyage. To Become Like Everybody Else; But This, Precisely, Is A Becoming Only For One Who Knows How To Be Nobody, To No Longer Be Anybody. To Paint Oneself Gray On Gray.

It Is Not The Slumber Of Reason That Engenders Monsters, But Vigilant And Insomniac Rationality