December 14, 2010

Humanity is dying. We have seen Nietzsche’s last man. We see him everywhere. We are ourselves the last men and women, lost and alone in a world that has ceased to be really lived. There is no longer anything of importance precisely because the real is inaccessible to us. We can merely grasp at the flow of images which move so quickly and evaporate before we have have sufficiently registered them. The modern world is the end of man. Is it possible to think beyond this man/world relation?