We pass through the present with our eyes blindfolded. We are permitted merely to sense and guess at what we are actually experiencing. Only later when the cloth is untied can we glance at the past and find out what we have experienced and what meaning we have lost.

Risibles Amours

People are always shouting they want to create a better future. It's not true. The future is an apathetic void of no interest to anyone. The past is full of life, eager to irritate us, provoke and insult us, tempt us to destroy or repaint it. The only reason people want to be masters of the future is to change the past.

Laissons Les Vieux Morts Faire Place Aux Jeunes Morts

One should not apologize. And yet I prefer a world where everyone would apologize, with no exception, pointlessly, excessively, for nothing at all, where they’d load themselves down with apologies.

L'excuseur

The entire human species has good reason to go down into the streets and shout 'We are all writers!' For everyone is pained with the thought of disappearing, unheard, and unseen into an indifferent universe and because of that, everyone wants, wither there's still time, to turn themselves into a universe of words.

D'en Bas Tu Humeras Les Roses

What does it mean to demonstrate in the streets, what is the significance of that collective activity so symptomatic of the century. The demonstrators are not in a rage; they are performing rage. Philosophers talk about the modern world in which everything had turned into spectacle: demonstrations, wars, and even love.

The Girl Who Does My Hair

Le Rideau

The heaviest of burdens crushes us, we sink beneath it, it pins us to the ground. But in love poetry of every age, the woman longs to be weighed down by the man's body.The heaviest of burdens is therefore simultaneously an image of life's most intense fulfillment. The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become. Conversely, the absolute absence of burden causes man to be lighter than air, to soar into heights, take leave of the earth and his earthly being, and become only half real, his movements as free as they are insignificant. What then shall we choose? Weight or lightness?

à travers l'oliveraie

Love is by definition an unmerited gift; being loved without meriting it is the very proof of real love. If a woman tells me: I love you because you're intelligent, because you're decent, because you buy me gifts, because you don't chase women, because you do the dishes, then I'm disappointed; such love seems a rather self-interested business. How much finer it is to hear: I'm crazy about you even though you're neither intelligent nor decent, even though you're a liar, an egotist, a bastard.

L'amour est le désir de la moitié de nous-mêmes que nous avons perdue

In the sunset of love, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the longing. And when nobody wakes you in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want, what do you call it, freedom or loneliness?

quand personne ne t'attend la nuit

There are metaphysical problems, problems of human existence, that philosophy has never known how to grasp in all their concreteness and that only lovers can seize.

Humankind's true moral test, its fundamental test (which lies deeply buried from view), consists of its attitude towards those who are at its mercy: lovers. And in this respect humankind has suffered a fundamental debacle, a debacle so fundamental that all others stem from it.

pour toujours ça ne sert à rien

Telepathic Empath International Camouflage Psychic Healer Environamentally Hidden In Plain Site Euphoric Internal Embrace Reverberating Waveform Connection Visualizing the Exponential Accumulation of Overlaid Bit Crushing Pixel Splitting Silence Fragments of Trust That You Are The Holographic Terminal Pulsing With Light Of Your Electromagnetic Soul Spectrum

se fondre en toi

Circle dancing is magic.

It speaks to us through the millennia from the depths of human memory.
Madame Margarita had cut the picture out of Woland's magazine and would gaze at it and dream.

She too longed to dance in a ring.

All her life she had dreamed of a group of people she could hold hands with and dance with in a ring.

First she looked for them in the Methodist Church (her father was a religious fanatic), then in the Communist Party, then among the Trotskyites, then in the anti-abortion movement (A child has a right to life!), then in the pro-abortion movement (A woman has a right to her body!).

She searched for them among the Marxists, the psychoanalysts, and the structuralists.

She sought for them in Lenin, Zen Buddhism, Mao Tse-tung, yogis, the nouveau roman, Brechtian theater, the theater of panic.

Finally she found she could at least become one with her students, which meant she always forced them to think and say exactly what she thought and said, and together they formed a single body and a single soul, a single ring and a single dance.

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