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We were too light, Electra. Now our feet press down in the earth like the wheels of a cart in its groove. Come with me, and we will walk heavily, bending under the weight of our heavy load.
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We were too light, Electra. Now our feet press down in the earth like the wheels of a cart in its groove. Come with me, and we will walk heavily, bending under the weight of our heavy load.
I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.
The object does not possess being, and its existence is not a participation in being, nor any other kind of relation. It is. That is the only way to define its manner of being; the object does not hide being, but neither does it reveal being.
I will not be modest. Humble, as much as you like, but not modest. Modesty is the virtue of the lukewarm.
One is still what one is going to cease to be and already what one is going to become. One lives one's death, one dies one's life.
Imagination is not an empirical or superadded power of consciousness, it is the whole of consciousness as it realizes its freedom.
All human activities are equivalent and all are on principle doomed to failure.
Jupiter: I gave you the liberty to serve me.
Orestes: That is possible, but it has turned against you and there is nothing either one of us can do about it.
A city is a material and social organisation which derives its reality from the ubiquity of its absence. It is present in each one of its streets insofar as it is always elsewhere, and the myth of the capital with its mysteries demonstrates well that the opaqueness of direct human relations comes from this fact, that they are always conditioned by all others.
Everything is both a trap and a display; the secret reality of the object is what the Other makes of it.