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“But for the present age, which prefers the sign to the thing signified, the copy to the original, representation to reality, appearance to essence . . . truth is considered profane, and only illusion is sacred. Sacredness is in fact held to be enhanced in proportion as truth decreases and illusion increases, so that the highest degree of illusion comes to be the highest degree of sacredness.”
—Feuerbach, Preface to the second edition
of The Essence of Christianity
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And you’ve seen me on the street
Eyes open, I never sleep
And you want to meet me, but so many wish the same
“Cause you’re madly in love with me
I’m you’re every fantasy
But I’ve never even heard your name
When you scream, no one hears
Your voice falls on deaf ears
And everything I do is on the TV screen
Headlines in the magazines
I’m everywhere, everywhere and you’re nowhere at all
A romantic evening by candlelight
A lovers’ quarrel, a barroom fight
It’ll be broadcast to you, live via satellite
Famines, civil wars, the green scare
But the media doesn’t seem to care
The news at 11, will be my latest love affair
When you scream no one hears
Your voice falls on deaf ears
And all those billboards take up so much space
Look in the mirror and see my face
I’m everywhere, everywhere, and you’re nowhere at all
Nowhere at all
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