The Secret Of Theory Is That Truth

Large Department Stores, With Their Luxuriant Abundance Of Canned Goods, Foods, And Clothing, Are Like The Primary Landscape And The Geometrical Locus Of Affluence. Streets With Overcrowded And Glittering Store Windowsthe Displays Of Delicacies, And All The Scenes Of Alimentary And Vestimentary Festivity, Stimulate A Magical Salivation. Accumulation Is More Than The Sum Of Its Products: The Conspicuousness Of Surplus, The Final And Magical Negation Of Scarcitymimic A New-found Nature Of Prodigious Fecundity.

For The Heavenly Fire No Longer Strikes Depraved Cities, It Is Rather The Lens Which Cuts Through Ordinary Reality Like A Laser, Putting It To Death.

We Are Becoming Like Cats, Slyly Parasitic, Enjoying An Indifferent Domesticity. Nice And Snug In The Social, Our Historic Passions Have Withdrawn Into The Glow Of An Artificial Coziness, And Our Half-closed Eyes Now Seek Little Other Than The Peaceful Parade Of Television Pictures.

Man Has Lost The Basic Skill Of The Ape, The Ability To Scratch Its Back. Which Gave It Extraordinary Independence, And The Liberty To Associate For Reasons Other Than The Need For Mutual Back-scratching.

It Is Exciting To Hear One Of Your Fondest Ideas Formulated In One Fell Swoop, Better Than You Could Have Done Yourself.