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One of the ideas that implanted itself in my young mind was the indignity of work in a capitalist society. Now I don’t know what to do with that idea,
because the masses are clamoring precisely for work...the right-minded...whose ranks I belonged, are praising it to the skies, as if it were a panacea. I was convinced that the oppressed had nothing to lose but their chains...here they are demanding them desperately.

Actually, I believe that the bad is more fertile than the good, because the good tends to produce satisfaction and complacency, while the bad generates uneasiness, which leads to the renewal of action. Action produces further errors, and the spiral of particularity spins off into the infinite.

One thing I have idly fantasized about is inventing a notepad
capable of capturing the hyperactivity of the brain. That must be the source of my fetishistic attachment to stationery and pens. I really should use some kind of shorthand, but I manage more or less with normal writing. In the end, all these daydreams about being the designer of one’s own peculiarities are futile...

I am not an adept of Jesus, but I can imagine more or less how his
historical nature works on believers. He gave our civilization the Past.
Death and resurrection made him the god of the leap, the model for the
functioning of gaps in time. A longstanding fear of death can prepare the
way for his teaching.

We're at the point in the book where his ignorance is solvable. It seems to me a nice idea in midlife if we could just go back to school for a year and learn things again

This might be an effect of age: you start to see young people from the outside, as an aesthetic phenomenon, and then they become strange, acquiring an objective weight and an opacity that could hide anything.

Chapter two is about two ships passing in the night and recording ideas when you write them down. I guess? This work feels like a journal, I'm not sure what to make of it.