Welcome To The Desert Of The Real.

The Desert Is No Longer A Landscape, It Is A Pure Form Produced By The Abstraction Of All Others.

If We Consider The Superiority Of The Human Species, The Size Of Its Brain, Its Powers Of Thinking, Language And Organization, We Can Say This: Were There The Slightest Possibility That Another Rival Or Superior Species Might Appear, On Earth Or Elsewhere, Man Would Use Every Means At His Disposal To Destroy It.

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.

You Think You Photograph A Particular Scene For The Pleasure It Gives. In Fact It's The Scene That Wants To Be Photographed. You're Merely An Extra In The Production.

[i]nside Every Computer, There Is A Hidden Man Being Bored.