We Are No Longer Dealing With Historical

Smile And Others Will Smile Back. Smile To Show How Transparent, How Candid You Are. Smile If You Have Nothing To Say. Most Of All, Do Not Hide The Fact You Have Nothing To Say Nor Your Total Indifference To Others. Let This Emptiness, This Profound Indifference Shine Out Spontaneously In Your Smile.

The Very Definition Of The Real Becomes: That Of Which It Is Possible To Give An Equivalent Reproduction. The Real Is Not Only What Can Be Reproduced, But That Which Is Always Already Reproduced. The Hyper Real.

It Is The Corpse Of The Bourgeoisie That Separates Us. With Us, It Is That Class That Is The Carrier Of The Chromosome Of Banality.

But What If God Himself Can Be Simulated, That Is To Say Can Be Reduced To Signs That Constitute Faith? Then The Whole System Becomes Weightless, It Is No Longer Anything But A Gigantic Simulacrum - Not Unreal, But Simulacrum, That Is To Say Never Exchanged For The Real, But Exchanged For Itself, In An Uninterrupted Circuit Without Reference Or Circumference.

Y A-t-il Plus Belle Parodie De L'éthique De La Valeur Que De Se Soumettre Avec Toute L'intransigeance De La Vertu Aux Données Du Hasard Ou à L'absurdité D'une Règle?