There Is Not One But Many Silences,

Madness Designates The Equinox Between The Vanity Of Night's Hallucinations And The Non-being Of Light's Judgments.

When Man Deploys The Arbitrary Nature Of His Madness, He Confronts The Dark Necessity Of The World; The Animal That Haunts His Nightmares And His Nights Of Privation Is His Own Nature, Which Will Lay Bare Hell's Pitiless Truth.

We Must Escape And Help Others To Escape The Two Readymade Formulas Of The Pure Sexual Encounter And The Lovers' Fusion Of Identities.

As The Archaeology Of Our Thought Easily Shows, Man Is An Invention Of Recent Date. And One Perhaps Nearing Its End.

One Cannot Attend To Oneself, Take Care Of Oneself, Without A Relationship To Another Person.