When We Learn To Speak,

What Distinguishes Modern Art From The Art Of Other Ages Is Criticism.

With Great Difficulty Advancing By Millimeters Each Year, I Carve A Road Out Of The Rock. For Millenniums My Teeth Have Wasted And My Nails Broken To Get There, To The Other Side, To The Light And The Open Air. And Now That My Hands Bleed And My Teeth Tremble, Unsure In A Cavity Cracked By Thirst And Dust, I Pause And Contemplate My Work. I Have Spent The Second Part Of My Life Breaking The Stones, Drilling The Walls, Smashing The Doors, Removing The Obstacles I Placed Between The Light And Myself In The First Part Of My Life.

Technology Is Not An Image Of The World But A Way Of Operating On Reality. The Nihilism Of Technology Lies Not Only In The Fact That It Is The Most Perfect Expression Of The Will To Power... But Also In The Fact That It Lacks Meaning.

A Civilization That Denies Death Ends By Denying Life.

Images, Memories, Fragmentary Shapes And Forms All Those Sensations, Visions, Half-thoughts That Appear And Disappear In The Wink Of An Eye, As One Sets Forth To Meet.... The Path Also Disappears As I Think Of It, As I Say It.