However, art must fulfill without participating in fattening ourselves through the daily exploitation of nature. And yet resistance must be provided and montage used as well as fine details, and plurality as the only chance of surviving and coming through, even if as an outsider. But always with the whole in mind, of that level and that center around which it revolves, with the judgment of history at one’s throat, however ridiculous and futile, even if it be at the price of a farewell, as the last cry before disappearance or the silence of a furious end. The desperate joy of knowledge as the last pleasure, even if it has no purpose after the downfall in the noise of the victory of the antithesis of all that hitherto existed.