Date: Wed, 17 Dec 1997 02:03:03 -0500 (EST)
From: ringring <cw_duff-AT-alcor.concordia.ca>
Subject: "Le Monde" and Some words from the Ghost-text of Guattari:


	I am God most of the time when I dont have a headache, when I
think of everything and nothing, when I'm not slipping down any Satanic
slope... Then I understand quite well that one might settle oneself down
in God or that one might settle him on a pedestal. I will not reproach
anyone for that.
	On the other hand, I can conceive that artists may feel obliged to
uproot that sort of comfort. Consider neuroleptic divinity; consider the
vertigo of abolition; consider the extreme moment of creation.
	Is that to say that God might only be the  privelige of the
simple-minded? An atheist like Pascal screams out God like a wild beast.
And that is intelligence stripped bare.
	It would be advisable to distinguish God from belief. It is from
the latter that all fool[folly]-ery stems. God is only a spell cast upon
existence. He comes along like hail, sometimes dew or storm. Belief in
turn, puts onairs of freedom; ups the stakes; imposes itself; stretches
itself out over the socius.
	Isabelle Stengers wrote me one day to ask on which conditions and
at what price I could do without God. The answer is not speculative; it is
a thorn in the flesh. All of that costs a great deal. It's inconceivable!
Unbearable! Sauve qui peut! And God for all.


	trans. Charles Wolff - Chaosophy, Semiotexte p.51; Felix Guattari.