What Art Makes Us See, And Therefore

To Philosophize With Open Eyes Is To Philosophize In The Dark. Only The Blind Can Look Straight At The Sun.

However Much An Ideologue Tries To Bury [lenin] Beneath A Proof By Historical Analysis, There Is Always This One Man Standing Their On The Plain Of History And Of Our Lives, In The Eternal 'current Situation.' He Goes On Talking, Calmly Or Passionately. He Goes On Talking About Something Simple: His Revolutionary Practice, The Practice Of Class Struggle, About What Makes It Possible To Act On History...not To Demonstrate That Revolutions Are Inevitable, But To Make Them In Our Unique Present.

In The Battle That Is Philosophy All The Techniques Of War, Including Looting And Camouflage, Are Permissible.

Occasionally, The Whole Class Struggle May Be Summed Up In The Struggle For One Word Against Another Word. Certain Words Struggle Amongst Themselves As Enemies. Other Words Are The Site Of An Ambiguity: The Stake In A Decisive But Undecided Battle

In Truth, Ideology Has Very Little To Do With 'consciousness', Even Supposing This Term To Have An Unambiguous Meaning. It Is Profoundly Unconscious, Even When It Presents Itself In A Reflected Form.