Quotes About Illusion

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? He was so thin, so translucent, that he had to pass through the same place twice to leave a shadow. Living out a destiny of convenience the way others sail under a flag of convenience.

Philosophy has never been anything but a disavowal of the reality principle. Up until now, it has been the business of philosophers. Today this unreality has entered into things. This then is the end of philosophy and the beginning of something else in which reality merges with its ironic refraction.

We dream of passing through ourselves and of finding ourselves in the beyond: the day when your holographic double will be there in space, eventually moving and talking, you will have realized this miracle. Of course, it will no longer be a dream, so its charm will be lost.

Brilliant little irruptions Brilliant little connections Brilliant little illusions Brilliant little lips Brilliant little altercations Very brilliant little honey combs Brilliant little adversities Very brilliant little ravages Brilliant little cogs Brilliant little circumvolutions Around a vertical axis Why has the deficiency of the mentally deficient become a cultural fact, whereas the very much more terrible fact of ordinary stupidity strikes no one as very odd?

vivimos de la seducción, pero morimos de la fascinación

Keep objects as a system Keep production as a mirror Keep death as an exchange Keep the world as a simulacrum Keep the evil transparent Keep the majorities silent Keep your seduction alive Keep your memory cool Keep yourself as an other Keep perfection as a crime Keep illusion for the end Keep on line for the while

It has to be written, if only to lock away the real key to the story in a single page, and remove that page once the book is finished, so that no one will know what it is all about - as ever, the perfect crime. However, it must be possible for that page to be reconstituted without its secret being revealed, and this dispersal is the very mainspring of theoretical fiction.

Cosmopolitan evolutionism is an illusion, and it is everywhere being exposed as such. There is no solution to Foreignness. It is eternal - and radical. It is not a matter of wanting it to be that way. It simply is so.

However, we must not look on this domination of the Virtual as something inevitable. Above all, we must not take the Virtual for a 'reality' (definitely going too far!) and apply the categories of the real and the rational to it.(...)

It seems nothing can counteract the proliferation of this Artificial Intelligence based on the zero degree of thought. Nothing, that is, except this reversibility of intelligence and stupidity - the latter representing a renewed challenge to victorious intelligence. There is something here too like a revenge of evil. Something to which the tyranny of reality leads equally well - to appreciating any old form of madness and illusion.

Oysa tüm düÅŸleri elinden al?nm?? bir dünyaya gerçeklik egemen olabilir mi? Gerçeklikten ibaret bir dünya oluÅŸturmaya çal??t???m?z ölçüde elimiz aya??m?za dolaÅŸmakta ve bu gerçeklikten giderek uzaklaÅŸmaktay?z. GerçekleÅŸtiÄŸi an ortadan kaybolmaya baÅŸlayan bir gerçeklik evreni içinde ya??yoruz.

But when everything is repressed, nothing is anymore.

It is not the world as it should be which puts an end to the real world, but the world as it is.

Difference is itself a utopia: the idea that such pairs of terms can be split up is a dream – and the idea of subsequently reuniting them is another.

Without raising a stink, Or even much of a laugh.

When the real no longer is what it used to be, nostalgia assumes its full meaning.

Current events are an incurable illness.

The perfect criminal is the one who lays claim to the crime he has not committed. Who conceals his innocence behind the mask of crime. He is much harder to unmask.

The simulacrum is never what hides the truth - it is truth that hides the fact that there is none. The simulacrum is true. -Ecclesiastes

Stalin's double. Since he wasn't a perfect likeness, they touched him up using plastic surgery, after which they eliminated all his relatives and all the witnesses to the operation. He played his role so well that in the end he came to think he was Stalin (as did Stalin himself!). At that point they sent him to the Gulag. But so well did he identify with his role that, on learning of Stalin's death, he died three days later.

It is the generation by models of a real without origin or reality: a hyperreal.

To dissimulate is to pretend not to have what one has. To simulate is to feign to have what one doesn't have.

simulation threatens the difference between the true and the false, the real and the imaginary.

One who lets others believe is always superior to one who believes, or makes others believe.