If Things Were Simple, Word Would Have

Peace Is Only Possible When One Of The Warring Sides Takes The First Step, The Hazardous Initiative, The Risk Of Opening Up Dialogue, And Decides To Make The Gesture That Will Lead Not Only To An Armistice But To Peace.

Such A Caring For Death, An Awakening That Keeps Vigil Over Death, A Conscience That Looks Death In The Face, Is Another Name For Freedom.

A Text Is Not A Text Unless It Hides From The First Comer, From The First Glance, The Law Of Its Composition And The Rules Of Its Game. A Text Remains, Moreover, Forever Imperceptible. Its Laws And Rules Are Not, However, Harbored In The Inaccessibility Of A Secret; It Is Simply That They Can Never Be Booked, In The Present, Into Anything That Could Rigorously Be Called A Perception.

Beauty Only Happens Once.

If This Work Seems So Threatening, This Is Because It Isn't Simply Eccentric Or Strange, But Competent, Rigorously Argued, And Carrying Conviction.