That philosophy died yesterday, since Hegel or Marx, Nietzsche, Or Heidegger and philosophy should still wander toward the meaning of its death or that it has always lived knowing itself to be dying (as is silently confessed in the shadow of the very discourse which declared philosophia perennis); that philosophy died one day, within history, or that it has always fed on its own agony, on the violent way it opens history by opposing itself to nonphilosophy, which is its past and its concern, its death and wellspring;