Intolerance Of Ambiguity Is The Mark Of

Life Has Become The Ideology Of Its Own Absence.

Today Self-consciousness No Longer Means Anything But Reflection On The Ego As Embarrassment, As Realization Of Impotence: Knowing That One Is Nothing.

Laughing In The Cultural Industry Is Mockery Of Happiness.

Auschwitz Begins Wherever Someone Looks At A Slaughterhouse And Thinks: They’re Only Animals.

Even The Loveliest Dream Bears Like A Blemish Its Difference From Reality, The Awareness That What It Grants Is Mere Illusion.