Under the doxic grid in which Hegel finds himself enclosed would whisper the wind of an unfeigned folly, of unreasoned sirens: it is this dialectical hand-to-hand of a thought index sui and of an untamed chaos that Deleuze would suspect of turning into a line of death...
8:37 PM - 23 May 2018
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