"‘It should therefore be said that one can never go far enough in the direction of deterritorialisation: you haven’t seen anything yet - an irreversible process. And when we consider what there is of a profoundly artificial nature in the perverted reterritorialisations, but also in the psychotic reterritorialisations of the hospital, or even the familial neurotic reterritorialisations, we cry out, “More perversion! More artifice!” - to a point where the earth becomes so artificial that the movement of deterritorialisation creates of necessity and by itself a new earth. Psychoanalysis is especially satisfying in this regard: its entire perverted practice of the cure consists in transforming familial neurosis into artificial neurosis (of transference), and in exalting the couch, a little island with its commander, the psychoanalyst, as an autonomous territoriality of the ultimate artifice. A little additional effort is enough to overturn everything, and to lead us finally toward other far-off places. The schizoanalytic flick of the finger, which restarts the movement, links up again with the tendency, and pushes the simulacra to a point where they cease being artificial images to become indices of the new world. That is what the completion of the process is: not a promised and a pre-existing land, but a world created in the process of its tendency, its coming undone, its deterritorialisation. The movement of the theater of cruelty; for it is the only theater of production, there where the flows cross the threshold of deterritorialisation and produce the new land - not at all a hope, but a simple “finding,” a “finished design,” where the person who escapes causes other escapes, and marks out the land while deterritorialising herself. An active point of escape where the revolutionary machine, the artistic machine, the scientific machine, and the (schizo) analytic machine become parts and pieces of one another.’"