What sets worlds in motion is the interplay of differences, their attractions and repulsions. <br/><br/>Life is plurality, death is uniformity. <br/><br/>By suppressing differences and pecularities, by eliminating different civilizations and cultures, progress weakens life and favors death. <br/><br/>The ideal of a single civilization for everyone, implicit in the cult of progress and technique, impoverishes and mutilates us. <br/><br/>Every view of the world that becomes extinct, every culture that disappears, diminishes a possibility of life
I thought that the world was a vast system of signs, a conversation between giant beings. My actions, the cricket's saw, the star's blink, were nothing but pauses and syllables, scattered phrases from that dialogue. What word could it be, of which I was only a syllable? Who speaks the word? To whom is it spoken?