Daily life always produces the demand for a brighter light, if only because of the need whlch everyone feels to walk in step with the march of history. The moralists of the slxteenth and seventeenth centuries ministered over a vast stock of platitudes, but so active were their efforts to conceal this fact that a veritable stuccoed palace of speculation arose above it, an ideal palace to shelter yet imprison real life. From its gates emerged a conviction and sincerity upheld by a sublime tone and by the fiction of the 'universal man', yet contaminated by a breath of perpetual anguish. Enlightenment philosophy accelerated the descent towards the concrete, in that the concrete was in some ways brought to power with the revolutionary bourgeoisie. From the ruins of Heaven, man fell into the ruins of his own world.
Scientific objectivity exposes mystification.
A coiled rope of absolutely no interest. I have little inclination to choose between the doubtful pleasure of being mystified and the tedium of contemplating a reality which does not concern me. From now on the analysts are in the streets. Lucidity is not their only weapon. Their thought is no longer in danger of being imprisoned, either by the false reality of gods or by the false reality of technocrats.