The Ethic Of Truth Is The Complete

In My View, Only Those Who Have Had The Courage To Work Through Lacan's Anti-philosophy Without Faltering Deserve To Be Called 'contemporary Philosophers'.

We Could Say That Love Is A Tenacious Adventure. The Adventurous Side Is Necessary, But Equally So Is The Need For Tenacity. To Give Up At The First Hurdle, The First Quarrel, Is Only To Distort Love. Real Love Is One That Triumphs Lastingly, Sometimes Painfully, Over The Hurdles Erected By Time, Space And The World.

It Is Thus Quite Simply False That Whereof One Cannot Speak (in The Sense Of 'there Is Nothing To Say About It That Specifies It And Grants It Separating Properties'), Thereof One Must Be Silent. It Must On The Contrary Be Named.

I Am Surprised To See That Today Everything That Does Not Amount To Surrender Pure And Simple To Generalized Capitalism, Let Us Call It Thus, Is Considered To Be Archaic Or Old-fashioned, As Though In A Way There Existed No Other Definition Of What It Means To Be Modern Than, Quite Simply, To Be At All Times Caught In The Dominant Forms Of The Moment.

Art Attests To What Is Inhuman In Man.