The Need To Go Astray, To Be

It Is Clear That The World Is Purely Parodic, That Each Thing Seen Is The Parody Of Another, Or Is The Same Thing In A Deceptive Form.

Philosophy Finds Itself To Be No Longer Anything But The Heir To A Fabulous Mystical Theology, But Missing A God And Wiping The Slate Clean.

The Analysis Of Laughter Had Opened To Me Points Of Contact Between The Fundamentals Of A Communal And Disciplined Emotional Knowledge And Those Of Discursive Knowledge.

In What Will Survive Me I Am In Harmony With My Annihilation.

Eroticism, It May Be Said, Is Assenting To Life Up To The Point Of Death