Beyond The Touchline There Is

The End Of Man (as A Factual Anthropological Limit) Is Announced To Thought From The Vantage Of The End Of Man (as A Determined Opening Or The Infinity Of A Telos ). Man Is That Which Is In Relation To His End, In The Fundamentally Equivocal Sense Of The Word. Since Always.

I Am Like A Child Ready For The Apocalypse, I Am The Apocalypse Itself, That Is To Say, The Ultimate And First Event Of The End, The Unveiling And The Verdict.

I’m No Good For Anything Except Taking The World Apart And Putting It Together Again (and I Manage The Latter Less And Less Frequently).

These Critics Organize And Practice In My Case A Sort Of Obsessive Personality Cult Which Philosophers Should Know How To Question And Above All, To Moderate.

It Is To Have A Compulsive, Repetitive, And Nostalgic Desire For The Archive, An Irrepressible Desire To Return To The Origin, A Homesickness, A Nostalgia For The Return To The Most Archaic Place Of Absolute Commencement