In The Same Way That

The Sickly Cultural Pathos Which The Whole Of France Indulges In, That Fetishism Of The Cultural Heritage.

To Love Someone Is To Isolate Him From The World, Wipe Out Every Trace Of Him, Dispossess Him Of His Shadow, Drag Him Into A Murderous Future. It Is To Circle Around The Other Like A Dead Star And Absorb Him Into A Black Light.

This Is What Terrorism Is Occupied With As Well: Making Real, Palpable Violence Surface In Opposition To The Invisible Violence Of Security.

It Is Always The Same: Once You Are Liberated, You Are Forced To Ask Who You Are.

The Multiplication Of Individual Sects Should Not Fool Us: The Important Point Is That The Whole Of America Is Preoccupied With The Sect As A Moral Institution, With Its Immediate Demand For Beatification, Its Material Efficacity, Its Compulsion For Justification, And Doubtless Also With Its Madness And Frenzy.