There Is No Aphrodisiac Like Innocence.

Genius Is Childhood Recaptured.

Everywhere One Seeks To Produce Meaning, To Make The World Signify, To Render It Visible. We Are Not, However, In Danger Of Lacking Meaning; Quite The Contrary, We Are Gorged With Meaning And It Is Killing Us.

Nothing Is Wholly Obvious Without Becoming Enigmatic. Reality Itself Is Too Obvious To Be True .

One Can Speak Of An Alterity Of Desire - A Paradigm Defined Outside The Tired, Tacitly Accepted Regime, But One Comes Up Short When Attempting To Posit A Framework Of Desire Beyond Available, Known Desires.

There Is No Human Reason To Be Here, Except For The Sheer Ecstasy Of Being Crowded Together.