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If I Give Up The Viewpoint Of Action, My Perfect Nakedness Is Revealed To Me.

My True Church Is A Whorehouse – The Only One That Gives Me True Satisfaction.

What Causes [fragmentation] If Not A Need To Act That Specializes Us And Limits Us To The Horizon Of A Particular Activity? Even If It Turns Out To Be For The General Interest (which Generally Isn't True), The Activity That Subordinates Each Of Our Aspects To A Specific Result Suppresses Our Being As An Entirety. Whoever Acts Substitutes A Particular End For What He Or She Is, As A Total Being.

When My Face Is Flushed With Blood, It Becomes Red And Obscene. It Betrays At The Same Time, Through Morbid Reflexes, A Bloody Erection And A Demanding Thirst For Indecency And Criminal Debauchery.

Philosophy Finds Itself To Be No Longer Anything But The Heir To A Fabulous Mystical Theology, But Missing A God And Wiping The Slate Clean.