You never walk alone. Even the devil is the lord of flies.

My eye, my brain, are images, parts of my body. How could my brain contain images since it is one image among others?

Art is not communicative, art is not reflexive. Art, science, philosophy are neither contemplative, neither reflexive, nor communicative. They are creative, that's all.

Things never pass where you think, nor along the paths you think

In order for music to free itself, it will have to pass over to the other side - there where territories tremble, where the structures collapse, where the ethoses get mixed up, where a powerful song of the earth is unleashed, the great ritornelles that transmutes all the airs it carries away and makes return.

Evaluations, in essence, are... ways of being, modes of existence of those who judge and evaluate.

The fundamental problem of political philosophy is still precisely the one that Spinoza saw so clearly (and that Wilhelm Reich rediscovered): Why do men fight for their servitude as stubbornly as though it were their salvation?