There's No Need To Fear Or Hope,

The Aim Of Critique Is Not The Ends Of Man Or Of Reason But In The End The Overman, The Overcome, Overtaken Man. The Point Of Critique Is Not Justification But A Different Way Of Feeling: Another Sensibility

Reading Something From Beginning To End. That Is Reading With Love.

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

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

Language Is Not Made To Be Believed But To Be Obeyed, And To Compel Obedience Newspapers, News, Proceed By Redundancy, In That They Tell Us What We ‘must’ Think, Retain, Expect, Etc. Language Is Neither Informational Nor Communicational. It Is Not The Communication Of Information But Something Quite Different: The Transmission Of Order-words, Either From One Statement To Another Or Within Each Statement, Insofar As Each Statement Accomplishes An Act And The Act Is Accomplished In The Statement