Let No Thought Pass Incognito, And Keep

He Who Seeks To Approach His Own Buried Past Must Conduct Himself Like A Man Digging... This Confers The Tone And Bearing Of Genuine Reminiscences. He Must Not Be Afraid To Return Again And Again To The Same Matter; To Scatter It As One Scatters Earth, To Turn It Over As One Turns Over Soil.

In Other Words, The Unique Value Of The "authentic" Work Of Art Has Its Basis In Ritual, The Location Of Its Original Use Value. This Ritualistic Basis, However Remote, Is Still Recognizable As Secularized Ritual Even In The Most Profane Forms Of The Cult Of Beauty.

If Mythic Violence Is Lawmaking, Divine Violence Is Law-​destroying; If The Former Sets Boundaries, The Latter Boundlessly Destroys Them; If Mythic Violence Brings At Once Guilt And Retribution, Divine Power Only Expiates; If The Former Threatens, The Latter Strikes; If The Former Is Bloody, The Latter Is Lethal Without Spilling Blood

As Hegel Put It, Only When It Is Dark Does The Owl Of Minerva Begin Its Flight. Only In Extinction Is The Collector Comprehend.

In The End, We Get Older, We Kill Everyone Who Loves Us Through The Worries We Give Them, Through The Troubled Tenderness We Inspire In Them, And The Fears We Ceaselessly Cause.