Prison Continues, On Those Who Are Entrusted

What Is Peculiar To Modern Societies Is Not That They Consigned Sex To A Shadow Existence, But That They Dedicated Themselves To Speaking Of It Ad Infinitum, While Exploiting It As The Secret.

And Now, If We Try To Assign A Value, In And Of Itself, Outside Its Relations To The Dream And With Error, To Classical Unreason, We Must Understand It Not As Reason Diseased, Or As Reason Lost Or Alienated, But Quite Simply As Reason Dazzled.

Confined On The Ship, From Which There Is No Escape, The Madman Is Delivered To The River With Its Thousand Arms, The Sea With Its Thousand Roads, To That Great Uncertainty External To Everything. He Is A Prisoner In The Midst Of What Is The Freest, The Openest Of Routes: Bound Fast At The Infinite Crossroads. He Is The Passenger Par Excellence: That Is, The Prisoner Of The Passage. And The Land He Will Come To Is Unknown—as Is, Once He Disembarks, The Land From Which He Comes. He Has His Truth And His Homeland Only In That Fruitless Expanse Between Two Countries That Cannot Belong To Him.

There Is A Sort Of Myth Of History That Philosophers Have.... History For Philosophers Is Some Sort Of Great, Vast Continuity In Which The Freedom Of Individuals And Economic Or Social Determinations Come And Get Entangled. When Someone Lays A Finger On One Of Those Great Themes--continuity, The Effective Exercise Of Human Liberty, How Individual Liberty Is Articulated With Social Determinations--when Someone Touches One Of These Three Myths, These Good People Start Crying Out That History Is Being Raped Or Murdered.

Matthey, A Geneva Physician Very Close To Rousseau's Influence, Formulates The Prospect For All Men Of Reason: 'do Not Glory In Your State, If You Are Wise And Civilized Men; An Instant Suffices To Disturb And Annihilate That Supposed Wisdom Of Which You Are So Proud; An Unexpected Event, A Sharp And Sudden Emotion Of The Soul Will Abruptly Change The Most Reasonable And Intelligent Man Into A Raving Idiot.