Misotodiment


The history of man is that of his repression. The return of that which had been repressed constitutes the underground and taboo history of civilization. The exploration of this history not only hides the secret of the individual, but also that of civilization.
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The conflicts of a child, I said, are not conflicts with reality, but originate from the subject's inability to identify himself.

So, what is being questioned, is the image of oneself.
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In the West, the massacre of the red earth, forgotten under the tons of steel and iron, under the appearance of possession, ancient and crisped, with a shown sex and without a sex.

In the East, the accumulation of history and the black earth, violence that springs when wanted, which surges from the marsh of time, and little by little, covers the adversary from whom hope has been taken.

In the West, the masses.
In the East, the people.

In the West, the images.
In the East, the scene.

In the West, signs without roots, accumulating, signs without any hold on the deep axe of the exterior. Signs that reflect to the tiny interior of skulls, at the nervous torsion, deeply divided by common ownership, at the knocked out hallucination, only to trace.

In the East, the invisible force of the complete mutation of the square writing that takes to the surest ground, the communal inscription made of skin and blood, the marred thought that knew how to think, each of the appearances that we can see realized, is the product of the appearance that it needs to produce itself. In the East, during the night, the past is suddenly erased, the simple indestructible force of the line. It's precisely like this that the moon must have been created and fueled.

Understand how that which slides throughout the years and centuries became for you, to the point where water has become superficial. How it's now about a revolution, not by pairing substances or units, but by continents and integral texts, but by continents and integral texts.

You no longer recognize the world of your language. You now walk far from these long and discreet signs. You are located at the crossing of unfastened forces. Obligated to see them sink in their divided and differentiated multitudes. You can no longer forget what can be called the definitive passage of lines through steel lungs. Infinity is a gigantic animal, although it has no specific features or any senses that can report back from the exterior into itself. With this perspective, the circular motion around a center disappears, as well as the movement of corral rocks attacking birds, transforming them in their glides to the depths into a closed book, although the stories continue. A double trajectory, risen from a force without guarantees, and the question that is then asked is farther than your memory, asks how to note at the same time the form and the sense, by which link, tension and opposition can be translated into a sentence. There's nothing in the world that develops in a totally equal manner. This time, it turns over itself, embeds, spreads and multiplies. Designating the moment, we work over here. There, this is what really works where the Reds still fight against you, fight and will fight again and again, without respite. Meanwhile, the story continues.
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