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192 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2000
"Begin each day by telling yourself: Today I shall be meeting with interference, ingratitude, insolence, disloyalty, ill-will, and selfishness – all of them due to the offenders’ ignorance of what is good or evil. But for my part I have long perceived the nature of good and its nobility, the nature of evil and its meanness, and also the nature of the culprit himself, who is my brother (not in the physical sense, but as a fellow creature similarly endowed with reason and a share of the divine); therefore none of those things can injure me, for nobody can implicate me in what is degrading. Neither can I be angry with my brother or fall foul of him; for he and I were born to work together, like a man’s two hands, feet or eyelids, or the upper and lower rows of his teeth. To obstruct each other is against Nature’s law – and what is irritation or aversion but a form of obstruction."
"Good and bad, true and false, just and unjust, beautiful and ugly are all human judgments that are contractual, relative, and historical. Those forms do not exist a priori, only a posteriori."
"What does it mean to transcend the human? It is not about ending humanity in favor of some sort of inhumanity or superhumanity. Rather, it entails a posthumanity that preserves humanity while transcending it. What is the point? It’s the sublimation, realization, and perfection of humanity. The old body that was at the absolute mercy of the dictates of nature remains just the same, but it is supplemented with tricks and culture; we inject it with human intelligence and Promethean substantiality so that it can liberate itself as much as possible from the determinisms of natural necessity. What could be a means of achieving this posthumanity? One is transgenesis."
"[T]he time has come for an end to mind-body dualism (...) I am my body, nothing else. Morality proceeds from there. Far from being the ontological and ethereal body of the phenomenologists, or the Deleuzian fiction of a body without organs (a creation of souls on the brink of fragmentation), the flesh works perfectly together with the organs, which are themselves interdependent elements that allow this sublime machine to function."
"[W]e can cut off a man’s leg, and then the other, and then an arm and the other arm, and he does not cease to be. We can remove an ill organ from him and replace it with another one—a heart, a liver, a lung—and he remains himself. We can even graft a new face onto him if his is somehow lost, ruined, burnt, mutilated, or otherwise harmed. He still remains himself. So when does he lose his identity? (...) [W]e can make a conclusion: we are our brain. We can change everything else, or almost everything. All those modifications change our bodily schema, but the brain, in fact, is what reconstructs and reappropriates this new image. It’s not possible for another brain to impede it from going through these reconfiguring operations."
"Sexual intercourse has never done a man good and he is lucky if it has not harmed him."
"The Western body’s constitution is the legacy of Paul, the great despiser of the self who transferred his own self-hatred into a contempt for the present and the world, which he invites us to get angry with. After many centuries of Greek and Latin patristics, medieval scholasticism, and philosophical idealism passed on by priests, sermons, and discourses simplified by the clergy for the consumption of the lowest common denominator, and also after more than a thousand years of art as propaganda, we have been left with the legacy of a mutilated body still in search of redemption that can only come through a recovered unity, part of a monism rich in new existential possibilities."
"If I speak in human and angelic tongues but do not have love, I am a resounding gong or a clashing cymbal. And if I have the gift of prophesy and comprehend all mysteries and all knowledge; if I have all faith so as to move mountains but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give away everything I own, and if I hand my body over so that I may boast but do not have love, I gain nothing. Love is patient, love is kind. It is not jealous, [love] is not pompous, it is not inflated, it is not rude, it does not seek its own interests, it is not quick-tempered, it does not brood over injury, it does not rejoice over wrongdoing but rejoices with the truth. It bears all things, believes in all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never fails. If there are prophecies, they will be brought to nothing; if tounges, they will cease; if knowledge, it will be brought to nothing. For we know partially and we prophesy partially, but when the perfect comes, the partial will pass away. When I was a child, I used to talk as a child, think as a child, reason as a child; when I became a man, I put aside childish things. At present, we see indistinctly, as in a mirror, but then face to face. At present I know partially; then I shall know fully, as I am fully known. So faith, hope, love remain, these three; but the greatest of these is love."