Only Thought Is Capable Of Inventing The

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.

Something In The World Forces Us To Think. This Something Is An Object Not Of Recognition But Of A Fundamental Encounter.

Underneath All Reason Lies Delirium And Drift.

The Technocrat Is The Natural Friend Of The Dictator—computers And Dictatorship; But The Revolutionary Lives In The Gap Which Separates Technical Progress From Social Totality, And Inscribed There His Dream Of Permanent Revolution. This Dream, Therefore, Is Itself Action, Reality, And An Effective Menace To All Established Order; It Renders Possible What It Dreams About.

Christianity Taught Us To See The Eye Of The Lord Looking Down Upon Us. Such Forms Of Knowledge Project An Image Of Reality, At The Expense Of Reality Itself. They Talk Figures And Icons And Signs, But Fail To Perceive Forces And Flows. They Bind Us To Other Realities, And Especially The Reality Of Power As It Subjugates Us. Their Function Is To Tame, And The Result Is The Fabrication Of Docile And Obedient Subjects.