We Have The Riots We Deserve.

Art Is Not Ideology. It Is Completely Impossible To Explain Art On The Basis Of The Homological Relation That It Is Supposed To Maintain With The Real Of History. The Aesthetic Process Decentres The Specular Relation With Which Ideology Perpetuates Its Closed Infinity. The Aesthetic Effect Is Certainly Imaginary; But This Imaginary Is Not The Reflection Of The Real, Since It Is The Real Of This Reflection.

In My View, Only Those Who Have Had The Courage To Work Through Lacan's Anti-philosophy Without Faltering Deserve To Be Called 'contemporary Philosophers'.

Without Mathematics, We Are Blind.

The Absolute Contingency Of The Encounter Takes On The Appearance Of Destiny. The Declaration Of Love Marks The Transition From Chance To Destiny And That's Why It Is So Perilous And So Burdened With A Kind Of Horrifying Stage Fright.

Love Without Risk Is An Impossibility, Like War Without Death.