Without Mathematics, We Are Blind.

Love Can Only Consist In Failure...on The Fallacious Assumption That It Is A Relationship. But It Is Not. It Is A Production Of Truth.

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.

We Know That Communism Is The Right Hypothesis. All Those Who Abandon This Hypothesis Immediately Resign Themselves To The Market Economy, To Parliamentary Democracy-the Form Of State Suited To Capitalism-and To The Inevitable And 'natural' Character Of The Most Monstrous Inequalities.

We Have The Riots We Deserve.

It Is Thus Quite Simply False That Whereof One Cannot Speak (in The Sense Of 'there Is Nothing To Say About It That Specifies It And Grants It Separating Properties'), Thereof One Must Be Silent. It Must On The Contrary Be Named.