The Entanglement of Decipheration ou L’enchevêtrement des Decipheration après Bataille
We want to decipher skies and paintings, go behind these starry backgrounds or these painted canvases and, like kids trying to find a gap in a fence, try to look through the cracks in the world.
Each of us is incomplete compared to someone else – an animal’s incomplete compared to a person… and a person compared to God, who is complete only to be imaginary.
It is clear that the world is purely parodic, that each thing seen is the parody of another, or is the same thing in a deceptive form.
Intellectual despair results in neither weakness nor dreams, but in violence. It is only a matter of knowing how to give vent to one’s rage; whether one only wants to wander like madmen around prisons, or whether one wants to overturn them.