I Am The Place In

Not All Poisonous Juices Are Burning Or Bitter Nor Is Everything Which Is Burning And Bitter Poisonous.

Civilization Has Ceased To Be That Delicate Flower Which Was Preserved And Painstakingly Cultivated In One Or Two Sheltered Areas Of A Soil Rich In Wild Species ... Mankind Has Opted For Monoculture; It Is In The Process Of Creating A Mass Civilization, As Beetroot Is Grown In The Mass. Henceforth, Man's Daily Bill Of Fare Will Consist Only Of This One Item.

Animals Are Good To Think With.

Being Human Signifies, For Each One Of Us, Belonging To A Class, A Society, A Country, A Continent And A Civilization; And For Us European Earth-dwellers, The Adventure Played Out In The Heart Of The New World Signifies In The First Place That It Was Not Our World And That We Bear Responsibility For The Crime Of Its Destruction.

Not Only Does A Journey Transport Us Over Enormous Distances, It Also Causes Us To Move A Few Degrees Up Or Down In The Social Scale. It Displaces Us Physically And Also For Better Or For Worse Takes Us Out Of Our Class Context, So That The Colour And Flavour Of Certain Places Cannot Be Dissociated From The Always Unexpected Social Level On Which We Find Ourselves In Experiencing Them.