You Never Walk Alone. Even The Devil

Psychoanalysts Are Bent On Producing Man Abstractly, That Is To Say Ideologically, For Culture. It Is Oedipus Who Produces Man In This Fashion And Who Gives A Structure To The False Movement Of Infinite Progression And Regression

According To Beckett's Or Kafka's Law, There Is Immobility Beyond Movement: Beyond Standing Up, There Is Sitting Down, And Beyond Sitting Down, Lying Down, Beyond Which One Finally Dissipates.

Christianity Taught Us To See The Eye Of The Lord Looking Down Upon Us. Such Forms Of Knowledge Project An Image Of Reality, At The Expense Of Reality Itself. They Talk Figures And Icons And Signs, But Fail To Perceive Forces And Flows. They Bind Us To Other Realities, And Especially The Reality Of Power As It Subjugates Us. Their Function Is To Tame, And The Result Is The Fabrication Of Docile And Obedient Subjects.

The Conditions Of A True Critique And A True Creation Are The Same: The Destruction Of An Image Of Thought Which Presupposes Itself And The Genesis Of The Act Of Thinking In Thought Itself. Something In The World Forces Us To Think. This Something Is An Object Not Of Recognition But Of A Fundamental Encounter

Reading Something From Beginning To End. That Is Reading With Love.