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Modern power
Society itself appears as a multitude of dominated others, not only criminals, but also students, patients, factory workers, soldiers, shoppers. Each of us is, and in a variety of ways, the subject of modern power. Correspondingly, there is no single centre of power, no privileged us against which a marginalised them is defined. Power is dispersed throughout society in a multitude of microcentres. This dispersion corresponds to the fact that there is no teleology, no dominating class or world historical process behind the development. Modern power is the chance outcome in the manner of genealogy of numerous small uncoordinated causes.
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After class, I wandered downstairs in a dream, my head spinning, but acutely, achingly conscious that I was alive and young on a beautiful day; the sky a deep deep painful blue, wind scattering the red and yellow leaves in a whirlwind of confetti.
Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.
bacchanal
After all, the appeal to stop being yourself, even for a little while, is very great. To escape the cognitive mode of experience, to transcend the accident of one's moment of being. There are other advantages, more difficult to speak of, things which ancient sources only hint at and which I myself only understood after the fact.
'Why does that obstinate little voice in our heads torment us so?' he said, looking round the table. Could it be because it reminds us that we are alive, of our mortality, of our individual souls - which, after all, we are too afraid to surrender but yet make us feel more miserable than any other thing? But isn't it also pain that often makes us most aware of self? It is a terrible thing to learn as a child that one is a being separate from all the world, that no one and no thing hurts along with one's burned tongues and skinned knees, that one's aches and pains are all one's own. Even more terrible, as we grow older, to learn that no person, no matter how beloved, can ever truly understand us.
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