I finally finished my term paper in my Michel Foucault class. Fr. David is good instructor. He reminds me of Woody Allen. Well, aside from that horrible comb over, he's sarcastic, random and talks too fast that he usually runs out of breath . . .then he would suddenly pause and snatch some air to fill his lungs again for another set ramblings.
'Discourse is not life: its time is not your time; in it, you will not be reconciled to death; you may have killed God beneath the weight of all that you have said; but don't imagine that, with all that you are saying, you will make a man that will live longer than he.'
Michel Foucault. (1972). The Archaeology of Knowledge.
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