What can oppose the decline of the west is not a resurrected culture but the utopia that is silently contained in the image of its decline.
Art is magic delivered from the lie of being truth.
Laughing in the cultural industry is mockery of happiness.
He who matures early lives in anticipation.
Very evil people cannot really be imagined dying.
In his state of complete powerlessness the individual perceives the time he has left to live as a brief reprieve.