I Am The Place In Which Something

There Is Today A Frightful Disappearance Of Living Species, Be They Plants Or Animals. And It's Clear That The Density Of Human Beings Has Become So Great, If I Can Say So, That They Have Begun To Poison Themselves. And The World In Which I Am Finishing My Existence Is No Longer A World That I Like.

The Work Of The Painter, The Poet Or The Musician, Like The Myths And Symbols Of The Savage, Ought To Be Seen By Us, If Not As A Superior Form Of Knowledge, At Least As The Most Fundamental And The Only One Really Common To Us All; Scientific Thought Is Merely The Sharp Point More Penetrating Because It Has Been Whetted On The Stone Of Fact, But At The Cost Of Some Loss Of Substance And Its Effectiveness Is To Be Explained By Its Power To Pierce Sufficiently Deeply For The Main Body Of The Tool To Follow The Head.

Understanding Arises From Reducing One Type Of Reality Into Another.

In The Old Days, People Used To Risk Their Lives In India Or In The Americas In Order To Bring Back Products Which Now Seem To Us To Have Been Of Comically Little Worth, Such As Brazilwood And Pepper, Which Added A New Range Of Sense Experience To A Civilization Which Had Never Suspected Its Own Insipidity... From These Same Lands Our Modern Marco Polos Now Bring Back The Moral Spices Of Which Our Society Feels An Increasing Need As It Is Conscious Of Sinking Further Into Boredom, But That This Time They Take The Form Of Photographs, Books, And Travelers Tales.

The Only Phenomenon With Which Writing Has Always Been Concomitant Is The Creation Of Cities And Empires, That Is The Integration Of Large Numbers Of Individuals Into A Political System, And Their Grading Into Castes Or Classes. It Seems To Have Favored The Exploitation Of Human Beings Rather Than Their Enlightenment.