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[Chorus: DEBBY FRIDAY] Oh God, oh God What have I done? I laid him out Your only son [Verse 1: DEBBY FRIDAY] I took his breath And I took his life I loved him far I loved him wide I set him down Down by the tree I watched him drown And kissed his feet [Chorus: DEBBY FRIDAY] Oh God, oh God What have I done? I killed my baby Your only son Oh God, oh God What have I done? I killed my baby Your only son [Outro: Chino Amobi] Whoever does not take sides in a civil war is struck with infamy And loses all right to politics 1. The elementary human unity is not the body, the individual, but the form-of-life 2. The form-of-life is not beyond bare life, it is its intimate polarization 3. Each body is affected by it's form-of-life as if by a clinamen, a leaning, an attraction, a taste. A body leans towards whatever leans its way. This goes for each and every situation. Inclinations go both ways GLOSS: To the inattentive observer, it may seem that we offer a counterexample: a body deprived of every penchant and inclination, and immune to all attractions But on closer inspection, it is clear that we refer less to an absence of taste than to a special taste for absence Only this penchant can account for all the efforts we make to persevere in ourselves, to keep what leans our way at a distance, in order to decline all experience Like the religious, who, unable to oppose another worldliness to "this world", must convert their absence within the world into a critique of worldliness in general We try to flee from a world that has no outside In every situation we respond with the same disengagement, each time slipping away from the situation We are therefore a body distinctly affected by a proclivity toward nothingness 4. This taste, this clinamen, can either be warded off or embraced To take on a form-of-life is not simply to know a penchant: it means to think it I call thought that which converts a form-of-life into a force, into a sensible effectivity In every situation, there is one line that stand out amongst all the others, the line along which power grows Thought is the capacity for singling out and following this line A form-of-life can be embraced only by following this line, meaning that: all thought is strategic