There Is No True Life Within A

If Philosophy Is Still Necessary, It Is So Only In The Way It Has Been From Time Immemorial: As Critique, As Resistance To The Expanding Heteronomy, Even If Only As Thought's Powerless Attempt To Remain Its Own Master And To Convict Of Untruth, By Their Own Criteria, Both A Fabricated Mythology And A Conniving, Resigned Acquiescence.

Words Of The Jargon Sound As If They Said Something Higher Than What They Mean.

In The End Indignation Over Kitsch Is Anger At Tis Shameless Revelling In The Joy Of Imitation.

One Must Have Tradition In Oneself, To Hate It Properly.

Only Thought Which Does Violence To Itself Is Hard Enough To Shatter Myth.