All Life Is The Struggle, The Effort

There Are, Above All, Times In Which The Human Reality, Always Mobile, Accelerates, And Bursts Into Vertiginous Speeds. Our Time Is Such A One, For It Is Made Of Descent And Fall.

The Cynic, A Parasite Of Civilization, Lives By Denying It, For The Very Reason That He Is Convinced That It Will Not Fail.

The Man Who Discovers A New Scientific Truth Has Previously Had To Smash To Atoms Almost Everything He Had Learnt, And Arrives At The New Truth With Hands Blood Stained From The Slaughter Of A Thousand Platitudes.

To Be Free Means To Be Lacking In Constitutive Identity...

Life Is A Struggle With Things To Maintain Itself Among Them. Concepts Are The Strategic Plan We Form In Answer To The Attack.