The Percept Is The Landscape Before Man,

To Become Imperceptible Oneself, To Have Dismantled Love In Order To Become Capable Of Loving. To Have Dismantled One's Self In Order Finally To Be Alone And Meet The True Double At The Other End Of The Line. A Clandestine Passenger On A Motionless Voyage. To Become Like Everybody Else; But This, Precisely, Is A Becoming Only For One Who Knows How To Be Nobody, To No Longer Be Anybody. To Paint Oneself Gray On Gray.

Philosophy, Art, And Science Are Not The Mental Objects Of An Objectified Brain But The Three Aspects Under Which The Brain Becomes Subject.

Intuition Is Neither A Feeling, An Inspiration Nor A Disorderly Sympathy But A Fully Developed Method.

Art Is Not Communicative, Art Is Not Reflexive. Art, Science, Philosophy Are Neither Contemplative, Neither Reflexive, Nor Communicative. They Are Creative, That's All.

My Eye, My Brain, Are Images, Parts Of My Body. How Could My Brain Contain Images Since It Is One Image Among Others?