We Have The Riots We Deserve.

We Must Point Out That In What Concerns Its Material The Event Is Not A Miracle. What I Mean Is That What Composes An Event Is Always Extracted From A Situation, Always Related Back To A Singular Multiplicity, To Its State, To The Language That Is Connected To It, Etc. In Fact, So As Not To Succumb To An Obscurantist Theory Of Creation Ex Nihilo, We Must Accept That An Event Is Nothing But A Part Of A Given Situation, Nothing But A Fragment Of Being.

Evil Is The Interruption Of A Truth By The Pressure Of Particular Or Individual Interests.

We Could Say That Love Is A Tenacious Adventure. The Adventurous Side Is Necessary, But Equally So Is The Need For Tenacity. To Give Up At The First Hurdle, The First Quarrel, Is Only To Distort Love. Real Love Is One That Triumphs Lastingly, Sometimes Painfully, Over The Hurdles Erected By Time, Space And The World.

All Resistance Is A Rupture With What Is. And Every Rupture Begins, For Those Engaged In It, Through A Rupture With Oneself.

In My View, Only Those Who Have Had The Courage To Work Through Lacan's Anti-philosophy Without Faltering Deserve To Be Called 'contemporary Philosophers'.