Writing Has Nothing To Do

To Become Imperceptible Oneself, To Have Dismantled Love In Order To Become Capable Of Loving. To Have Dismantled One's Self In Order Finally To Be Alone And Meet The True Double At The Other End Of The Line. A Clandestine Passenger On A Motionless Voyage. To Become Like Everybody Else; But This, Precisely, Is A Becoming Only For One Who Knows How To Be Nobody, To No Longer Be Anybody. To Paint Oneself Gray On Gray.

Courage Consists, However, In Agreeing To Flee Rather Than Live Tranquilly And Hypocritically In False Refuges. Values, Morals, Homelands, Religions, And These Private Certitudes That Our Vanity And Our Complacency Bestow Generously On Us, Have Many Deceptive Sojourns As The World Arranges For Those Who Think They Are Standing Straight And At Ease, Among Stable Things

There’s No Democratic State That’s Not Compromised To The Very Core By Its Part In Generating Human Misery.

Belief Is Necessarily Something False That Diverts And Suffocates Effective Production

Instead Of Gambling On The Eternal Impossibility Of The Revolution And On The Fascist Return Of A War-machine In General, Why Not Think That A New Type Of Revolution Is In The Course Of Becoming Possible, And That All Kinds Of Mutating, Living Machines Conduct Wars, Are Combined And Trace Out A Plane Of Consistance Which Undermines The Plane Of Organization Of The World And The States?