Why Was I Born, If It Wasn't

It Isn't What People Think That Is Important, But The Reason They Think What They Think.

I've Always Been Suspicious Of Collective Truths. I Think An Idea Is True When It Hasn't Been Put Into Words And That The Moment It's Put Into Words It Becomes Exaggerated. Because The Moment It's Put Into Words There's An Abuse, An Excess In The Expression Of The Idea That Makes It False.

A Civil Servant Doesn't Make Jokes.

For Me, It Is As Though At Every Moment The Actual World Had Completely Lost Its Actuality. As Though There Was Nothing There; Asthough There Were No Foundations For Anything Or As Though It Escaped Us. Only One Thing, However, Is Vividly Present: The Constant Tearing Of The Veil Of Appearances; The Constant Destruction Of Everything In Construction. Nothing Holds Together, Everything Falls Apart.

In The History Of Humanity There Are No Civilizations Or Cultures Which Fail To Manifest, In One Or A Thousand Ways, This Need For An Absolute That Is Called Heaven, Freedom, A Miracle, A Lost Paradise To Be Regained, Peace, The Going Beyond History... There Is No Religion In Which Everyday Life Is Not Considered A Prison; There Is No Philosophy Or Ideology That Does Not Think That We Live In Alienation.... Humanity Has Always Had A Nostalgia For The Freedom That Is Only Beauty, That Is Only Real; Life, Plenitude, Light.