Regarde les petits êtres qui bougent dans le lointain; regarde. Ce sont des hommes.

Dans la lumière qui décline, j’assiste sans regret à la disparition de l’espèce. Un dernier rayon de soleil rase la plaine, passe au-dessus de la chaîne montagneuse qui barre l’horizon vers l’Est, teinte le paysage désertique d’un halo rouge. MH

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Afterwards, I walked for miles across Manhattan, in an expanded state of awareness, knowing the immense length of the line of descent, from a protohuman existence some five or six million years ago to the present moment, which found humanity in the forms I now saw, cultural sophisticates navigating Manhattan’s streets impatiantly at dusk. For the first time, I think, under the spell of the show, I saw them as the last surviving members of the hominin family. Horizon, BL

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We must therefore think this: it is the “end of the world,” but we do not know in what sense. It is not merely the end of an epoch of the world or the end of an epoch of sense because it is the end of an epoch – an epoch as long as the “Occident” and as long as “history” itself – that has entirely determind both “world” and “sense,” and that has extended this determination over the entire world. Indeed, we cannot even think of what is happening to us as a modulation of the same world or sense. J-LN