Smile And Others Will Smile

Art Is No Longer Anything More Than A Kind Of Meta-language For Banality.

Perhaps Our Eyes Are Merely A Blank Film Which Is Taken From Us After Our Deaths To Be Developed Elsewhere And Screened As Our Life Story In Some Infernal Cinema Or Dispatched As Microfilm Into The Sidereal Void.

If We Consider The Superiority Of The Human Species, The Size Of Its Brain, Its Powers Of Thinking, Language And Organization, We Can Say This: Were There The Slightest Possibility That Another Rival Or Superior Species Might Appear, On Earth Or Elsewhere, Man Would Use Every Means At His Disposal To Destroy It.

The Price We Pay For The Complexity Of Life Is Too High.

You Think You Photograph A Particular Scene For The Pleasure It Gives. In Fact It's The Scene That Wants To Be Photographed. You're Merely An Extra In The Production.