The Self Is Only A Threshold, A

A Concept Is A Brick. It Can Be Used To Build A Courthouse Of Reason. Or It Can Be Thrown Through The Window.

Nietzsche's Break With Schopenhauer Rests On Precisely This Point; It Is A Matter Of Knowing Whether The Will Is Unitary Or Multiple.

Either It Is The Fold Of The Infinite, Or The Constant Folds [replis] Of Finitude Which Curve The Outside And Constitute The Inside.

Images Exist; Things Themselves Are Images... Images Constantly Act On And React To One Another, Produce And Consume. There Is No Difference Between Images, Things And Movement.

D.h. Lawrence Had The Impression – That Psychoanalysis Was Shutting Sexuality Up In A Bizarre Sort Of Box Painted With Bourgeois Motifs, In A Kind Of Rather Repugnant Artificial Triangle, Thereby Stifling The Whole Of Sexuality As A Production Of Desire So As To Recast It Along Entirely Different Lines, Making Of It A ‘dirty Little Secret’, A Dirty Little Family Secret, A Private Theater Rather Than The Fantastic Factory Of Nature And Production