Photography, If There Is Photography, Is Already

Courage Consists, However, In Agreeing To Flee Rather Than Live Tranquilly And Hypocritically In False Refuges. Values, Morals, Homelands, Religions, And These Private Certitudes That Our Vanity And Our Complacency Bestow Generously On Us, Have Many Deceptive Sojourns As The World Arranges For Those Who Think They Are Standing Straight And At Ease, Among Stable Things

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

Something In The World Forces Us To Think. This Something Is An Object Not Of Recognition But Of A Fundamental Encounter.

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

The Aim Of Critique Is Not The Ends Of Man Or Of Reason But In The End The Overman, The Overcome, Overtaken Man. The Point Of Critique Is Not Justification But A Different Way Of Feeling: Another Sensibility