Nothing Is More Necessary Or

[f]or Academic Men To Be Happy, The Universe Would Have To Take Shape. All Of Philosophy Has No Other Goal: It Is A Matter Of Giving A Frock Coat To What Is, A Mathematical Frock Coat. On The Other Hand, Affirming That The Universe Resembles Nothing And Is Only Formless Amounts To Saying That The Universe Is Something Like A Spider Or Spit.

In What Will Survive Me I Am In Harmony With My Annihilation.

The Preceding Criticism Justifies The Following Definition Of The Entire Human: Human Existence As The Life Of "unmotivated" Celebration, Celebration In All Meaning Of The Word: Laughter, Dancing, Orgy, The Rejection Of Subordination, And Sacrifice That Scornfully Puts Aside Any Consideration Of Ends, Property, And Morality.

It Is Clear That The World Is Purely Parodic, That Each Thing Seen Is The Parody Of Another, Or Is The Same Thing In A Deceptive Form.

I Think That Knowledge Enslaves Us, That At The Base Of All Knowledge There Is A Servility, The Acceptation Of A Way Of Life Wherein Each Moment Has Meaning Only In Relation To Another Or Others That Will Follow It.