In A World That Has Really Been

In The Zone Of Perdition Where My Youth Went As If To Complete Its Education, One Would Have Said That The Portents Of An Imminent Collapse Of The Whole Edifice Of Civilization Had Made An Appointment.

In Societies Where Modern Conditions Of Production Prevail, All Of Life Presents Itself As An Immense Accumulation Of Spectacles. Everything That Was Directly Lived Has Moved Away Into A Representation.

Images Detached From Every Aspect Of Life Merge Into A Common Stream, And The Former Unity Of Life Is Lost Forever. Apprehended In A Partial Way, Reality Unfolds In A New Generality As A Pseudo-world Apart, Solely As An Object Of Contemplation. The Tendency Toward The Specialization Of Images-of-the-world Finds Its Highest Expression In The World Of The Autonomous Image, Where Deceit Deceives Itself. The Spectacle In Its Generality Is A Concrete Inversion Of Life, And, As Such The Autonomous Movement Of Non-life.

There Is Nothing More Natural Than To Consider Everything As Starting From Oneself, Chosen As The Center Of The World; One Finds Oneself Thus Capable Of Condemning The World Without Even Wanting To Hear Its Deceitful Chatter.

Ideas Improve. The Meaning Of Words Participates In The Improvement. Plagiarism Is Necessary. Progress Implies It. It Embraces An Author's Phrase, Makes Use Of His Expressions, Erases A False Idea, And Replaces It With The Right Idea.