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The Greater The Decrease In The Social Significance Of An Art Form, The Sharper The Distinction Between Criticism And Enjoyment By The Public. The Conventional Is Uncritically Enjoyed, And The Truly New Is Criticized With Aversion.

Boredom Is The Dream Bird That Hatches The Egg Of Experience. A Rustling In The Leaves Drives Him Away.

Marx Says That Revolutions Are The Locomotives Of World History. But The Situation May Be Quite Different. Perhaps Revolutions Are Not The Train Ride, But The Human Race Grabbing For The Emergency Brake.

During Long Periods Of History, The Mode Of Human Sense Perception Changes With Humanity’s Entire Mode Of Existence. The Manner In Which Human Sense Perception Is Organized, The Medium In Which It Is Accomplished, Is Determined Not Only By Nature But By Historical Circumstances As Well

We Do Not Always Proclaim Loudly The Most Important Thing We Have To Say. Nor Do We Always Privately Share It With Those Closest To Us, Our Intimate Friends, Those Who Have Been Most Devotedly Ready To Receive Our Confession.