Quotes from baudrillard jean ii

There is no more hope for meaning. And without a doubt this is a good thing: meaning is mortal.

The sad thing about artificial intelligence is that it lacks artifice and therefore intelligence.

In spite of all its materialist efforts, production remains a utopia. We can wear ourselves out in materializing things, in rendering them visible, but we will never cancel the secret.

When the snow falls with that supernatural slowness it has, it seems that the reasons for dying are more subtle than the reasons for living. But perhaps these latter are more numerous.

For it is with the same imperialism that present-day simulators try to make the real, all the real, coincide with their simulation models.

Our societies are changing. It is no longer an atmosphere of repression that weighs upon us, that haunts our streets and our minds. It is the glossy, efficiency-minded atmosphere which is knocking the wind out of us. Literally, euphoria, dumping and acceleration are absorbing all the oxygen from the atmosphere and leaving us like washed-up fish. It is no longer light we are short of, nor cash, but air.

You can only go into mourning by transfiguration or disfigurement. There is no rational form of the absorption of death.

The shores run together, the waters are parallel. The waters run together, the shores are parallel. A single leaf rustles, the others are silent. Who knows how this dream ends.

No one recognizes their faults or their virtues when these are stated by another, any more than they recognize their own voices on a tape recorder. The world transmits back to us only the asymmetric form of our vices, as a mirror reflects back the asymmetric form of our faces.

Postmodernity is the simultaneity of the destruction of earlier values and their reconstruction. It is renovation without ruination.

Since the world drifts into delirium, we must adopt a delirious point of view. We must no longer assume any principle of truth, of causality, or any discursive norm. Instead, we must grant both the poetic singularity of events and the radical uncertainty of events.

Philosophy has never been anything but a disavowal of the reality principle.

Democracy is the menopause of Western society.