Objects Are What Matter. Only

Language Is A Form Of Human Reason, Which Has Its Internal Logic Of Which Man Knows Nothing.

Just As The Individual Is Not Alone In The Group, Nor Anyone In Society Alone Among The Others, So Man Is Not Alone In The Universe.

There Is Today A Frightful Disappearance Of Living Species, Be They Plants Or Animals. And It's Clear That The Density Of Human Beings Has Become So Great, If I Can Say So, That They Have Begun To Poison Themselves. And The World In Which I Am Finishing My Existence Is No Longer A World That I Like.

No Contact With Savage Indian Tribes Has Ever Daunted Me More Than The Morning I Spent With An Old Lady Swathed In Woolies Who Compared Herself To A Rotten Herring Encased In A Block Of Ice.

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.