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This text is a passive object presented for your contemplation, an organic gestalt which excludes nothing, neither depraved wrongdoing nor virtuous striving nor ultimate horror nor spectacular eclats of laughter and jouissance, and which mirrors the world of human affairs from a distance which is ineluctably ironic and mediated. This text is inserted in a certain way into the world of human affairs: as a bubble on the surface of things, or a thin sheet of paper resting on a coffee table in a well-to-do household, in any case as a powerless and derivative by-product of the grand irruptions of history and politics (which you would do well to forget all about when reading it). This text is like poetry, in that it makes nothing happen, and like philosophy, in that it makes the Nothing happen. This text is not responsible for anything you do or think. If you censor this text, you might as well censor all texts, and if you talk about politics or ideology in the vicinity of this text you might as well just censor it. This text politely requests that you shut the fuck up about ideology and politics, so that it can get on with having nothing whatsoever to do with them. It has not been proven that this text causes anything whatsoever, nor can it be proven, nor will unproven inferences or insinuations or anecdotal evidence or screams of outrage and wild accusation be acceptable in the eyes of the Just, so just forget about it already. This text is above all that. This text is more important than anything else in the world. You should be willing to lay down your life for this text, and if necessary you will be compelled to do so. This text gives you a coy look and asks you to define "politics" and "ideology". This text is written in plain ink, not the blood of innocent sacrifice: your choice of metaphor is both obscurantist and distasteful. This text is immortal, and in any case has had enough of you. This text records your death/declares that you are already dead/demands that you be killed/insinuates that a world in which you no longer breathed would be a cleaner, nicer world in every way/observes that death comes to all, but not to texts/wishes you a happy afterlife/ends here. %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%