Utopia is on the horizon. I move two steps closer; it moves two steps further away. I walk another ten steps and the horizon runs ten steps further away. As much as I may walk, I'll never reach it. So what's the point of utopia? The point is this: to keep walking.
The world is a heap of people, a sea of tiny flames.
The world is organised by the war economy and the war culture.
We Latins are known for jabbering on.
Development develops inequality.
In this world of ours, a world of powerful centers and subjugated outposts, there is no wealth that must not be held in some suspicion.