Isn't becoming oneself always becoming another one? What can become the one who does not walk towards the one he is? We must constantly fill the chasm between the one we are and the one we believe to be. What can the one who does not know who he is? A wreck, an eternal drift, a failing? This one can sink into all forms of submission, in particular the will to power; There is nothing that can temper it, caress or control it. It is a question here of having the same requirement as in writing: to add as closely as possible, as close as possible, the style and the subject. Succeed in being one to be one. Operate and accomplish metamorphosis to get out of yourself, to be yourself. Unlike what is often said or believed these days, the perpetual meeting with the other also called interbreeding or creolity or the next fashion in fashion is only a subterfuge, a hysterical zapping, a means of seeing, entering and camouflaging this vision under ungrateful, anemic and amnesic makeup. Here continues to be agitated proper (which, as often, is an ally of the most devious liberalism) concerned with creating new needs and constantly renewing them to always create an unprecedented and endless dissatisfaction and oblige the eternal and exhausting quest for the Ghost of Self.