Like Dreams, Statistics Are A Form Of

If We Consider The Superiority Of The Human Species, The Size Of Its Brain, Its Powers Of Thinking, Language And Organization, We Can Say This: Were There The Slightest Possibility That Another Rival Or Superior Species Might Appear, On Earth Or Elsewhere, Man Would Use Every Means At His Disposal To Destroy It.

The Desert Is No Longer A Landscape, It Is A Pure Form Produced By The Abstraction Of All Others.

There Is No Human Reason To Be Here, Except For The Sheer Ecstasy Of Being Crowded Together.

The Liberated Man Is Not The One Who Is Freed In His Ideal Reality, His Inner Truth, Or His Transparency; He Is The Man Who Changes Spaces, Who Circulates, Who Changes Sex, Clothes, And Habits According To Fashion, Rather Than Morality, And Who Changes Opinions Not As His Conscience Dictates But In Response To Opinion Polls.

But What If God Himself Can Be Simulated, That Is To Say Can Be Reduced To Signs That Constitute Faith? Then The Whole System Becomes Weightless, It Is No Longer Anything But A Gigantic Simulacrum - Not Unreal, But Simulacrum, That Is To Say Never Exchanged For The Real, But Exchanged For Itself, In An Uninterrupted Circuit Without Reference Or Circumference.