guattari

Sometimes I have this image: I see myself walking a plank above an absolute abyss, and I say to myself, what is this? What does it all mean? How is it that this keeps on happening? Who among us hasn't come up against such evidence? But immediately one is snatched up, thrown against remote-controlled behavior apparatuses, taken up by emergies, games and gambles. Even dead tired, one keeps on at the roulette wheel or the poker table with an amazing vitality.
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It is obvious that we are all suspended over the same abyss, even if we use different means in order not to see it. We are all at the mercy of the same stupor that can take you by the throat and literally suffocate you. We are all like Swann, half crazy after his separation from Odette and feeling, like the plague, any mention that could evoke, even indirectly, her existence. (12)

Félix Guattari. "So What." Trans. Chet Wiener. Chaosophy. Ed. Sylvére Lotringer. New York: Semiotext[e], 1995. 9-29.