Do Not Ask Who I Am And

Do Not Ask Who I Am And Do Not Ask Me To Remain The Same.

The Constitution Of Madness As A Mental Illness, At The End Of The Eighteenth Century, Affords The Evidence Of A Broken Dialogue, Posits The Separation As Already Effected, And Thrusts Into Oblivion All Those Stammered, Imperfect Words Without Fixed Syntax In Which The Exchange Between Madness And Reason Was Made. The Language Of Psychiatry, Which Is A Monologue Of Reason About Madness, Has Been Established Only On The Basis Of Such A Silence.

I Don’t Feel That It Is Necessary To Know Exactly What I Am. The Main Interest In Life And Work Is To Become Someone Else That You Were Not In The Beginning. If You Knew When You Began A Book What You Would Say At The End, Do You Think That You Would Have The Courage To Write It? What Is True For Writing And For Love Relationships Is True Also For Life. The Game Is Worthwhile Insofar As We Don’t Know What Will Be The End.

Matthey, A Geneva Physician Very Close To Rousseau's Influence, Formulates The Prospect For All Men Of Reason: 'do Not Glory In Your State, If You Are Wise And Civilized Men; An Instant Suffices To Disturb And Annihilate That Supposed Wisdom Of Which You Are So Proud; An Unexpected Event, A Sharp And Sudden Emotion Of The Soul Will Abruptly Change The Most Reasonable And Intelligent Man Into A Raving Idiot.

Do Not Think That One Has To Be Sad In Order To Be Militant, Even Though The Thing One Is Fighting Is Abominable.