We Have To Be There At The

Truth Is Not By Nature Free - Nor Error Servile - But That Its Production Is Thoroughly Imbued With Relations Of Power.

Believe What Is Productive Is Not Sedentary But Nomadic.

And More Than Once In The Course Of Time, The Same Theme Reappears: Among The Mystics Of The Fifteenth Century, It Has Become The Motif Of The Soul As A Skiff, Abandoned On The Infinite Sea Of Desires, In The Sterile Field Of Cares And Ignorance, Among The Mirages Of Knowledge, Amid The Unreason Of The World - A Craft At The Mercy Of The Sea's Great Madness, Unless It Throws Out A Solid Anchor, Faith, Or Raises Its Spiritual Sails So That The Breath Of God May Bring It To Port.

The Soul Is The Prison Of The Body.

Justice Must Always Question Itself, Just As Society Can Exist Only By Means Of The Work It Does On Itself And On Its Institutions.