What will become of our world is something we cannot know, and we can no longer believe in being able to predict or command it. But we can act in such a way that this world is a world able to open itself up to its own uncertainty as such.

All that we transmit to ourselves … has begun to transmit itself in front of us, toward or coming from a “we” that we have not yet appropriated, and which has not yet received its name, if ever it should have one.

Our time is the time that, as it were, exposes exposure itself: the time for which all identifiable figures have become inconsistent (the gods, the logoi, the wise, knowledge), and which therefore works toward (or which gives itself over to) the coming of a figure of the unidentifiable, the figures of opacity and of resistant consistency as such. “Man” thus becomes opaque to himself, he grows thick and heavy with the weight of an excessive thought of his humanity: eight billions bodies in an ecotechnical whirlwind that no longer has any other end than the infinity of an inappropriable meaning. (GT: 83–4)