Bruno Latour, Aramis, or the Love of Technology, PDF - Dss-edit.com

years, could hold on to any trace of the reaso11S for producing me. Yougot yourselves all mixed up in your goals and strategies. Of what endsam I the means? Tell me! You hid from one another in order not toadmit that you didn 't want me. You built the eET the way humancouples produce one child after another when they're about to divorce,trying to patch things up. What horrible hypocrisy, entrusting to thewhimperings of the most fragile of beings the responsibility for keepingtogether creatures that are much stronger than itself.Whatever you do (you say) don't argue! Don't doubt! Don't negotiate!Don't fight! But that's not how one loves brothers of my sort.Silence is for me to bear, not you. You humans need to talk, argue, getmad, that's your role in this imperfect world. A frightening conspiracyof silence is what imposed silence on me. I would exist, on the contrary,if you had spoken, you silent ones. And the funniest thing of all is thatyou really thought you'd said enough about me. You really had theimpression that twenty years of discussion, of plans and counterplans,were enough, that it was time to quit, time to move on at last to theserious things; you had the impression that 1 had to be finished. Butthat is precisely what finished me off. No, no, you didn't argue forseventeen years, since you didn't redo me, didn 't redesign me from headto toe. You skirted the issue, you concerned yourselves only with twomobile units, not with all of me. Does God abandon his creatures whenthey are still of unbaked clay? And even if you don't believe in God,does nature abandon its lineages in the sketchy state in which fossilsare fo und? Isn 't Darwin right? Isn't creation continuous?It was so I wouldn't be degraded! he will perhaps shout out with asardonic laugh.They wanted to keep me pure of all compromise! "Be suspicious ofpurity, it's the vitriol of the soul. " They wanted to keep me nominal,as they put it. Noumenal, rather. Well, too bad for them, since becauseof that insistence on purity, what am I? Nothing but a name! And whata name, by the way! How could they stick me with the name of thatmustachioed swashbuckler?But no, they didn't want to complicate their lives. Everything in itstime. Later for the crowd problems; later for the social problems; laterfo r the operating problems. There'll be plenty of time to find a placeto use this stuff. As if I were rootless! As if 1 were a thing! As if thingswere things! Let's not lose time on complicated problems, you said!But didn't you really lose time, in the long run? They wanted toconcentrate on the components, the motor, the casing, one mobile unit,then two, then three. But that's not how we exist, we beings made ofE P I l 0 G u-=cE _