I'm No Prophet. My Job

[l]et Us Say That We Are Obliged To Produce The Truth By The Power That Demands Truth And Needs It In Order To Function: We Are Forced To Tell The Truth, We Are Constrained, We Are Condemned To Admit The Truth Or To Discover It.

Our Society Is Not One Of Spectacle But Of Surveillance.

Life Itself Was Only Futility, Vain Words, A Squabble Of Cap And Bells.

Why Should The Lamp Or The House Be An Art Object But Not Our Life?

Where Can An Interrogation Lead Us Which Does Not Follow Reason In Its Horizontal Course, But Seeks To Retrace In Time That Constant Vertically Which Confronts European Culture With What It Is Not?