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We Must Point Out That In What Concerns Its Material The Event Is Not A Miracle. What I Mean Is That What Composes An Event Is Always Extracted From A Situation, Always Related Back To A Singular Multiplicity, To Its State, To The Language That Is Connected To It, Etc. In Fact, So As Not To Succumb To An Obscurantist Theory Of Creation Ex Nihilo, We Must Accept That An Event Is Nothing But A Part Of A Given Situation, Nothing But A Fragment Of Being.

Truth Is A New Word In Europe (and Elsewhere).

We Could Say That Love Is A Tenacious Adventure. The Adventurous Side Is Necessary, But Equally So Is The Need For Tenacity. To Give Up At The First Hurdle, The First Quarrel, Is Only To Distort Love. Real Love Is One That Triumphs Lastingly, Sometimes Painfully, Over The Hurdles Erected By Time, Space And The World.

We Know That Communism Is The Right Hypothesis. All Those Who Abandon This Hypothesis Immediately Resign Themselves To The Market Economy, To Parliamentary Democracy-the Form Of State Suited To Capitalism-and To The Inevitable And 'natural' Character Of The Most Monstrous Inequalities.

Love Can Only Consist In Failure...on The Fallacious Assumption That It Is A Relationship. But It Is Not. It Is A Production Of Truth.