Abstract

Gilles Deleuze is dead, a beautiful and cruel death, like Stoic death, accepted and forestalled. This philosophical death brings us, above all, to reflect on the meaning of his work, devoted to the exaltation of life, life in all its forms: human, animal, plant, cosmic; human and non-human, superhuman, in the Nietzschean sense. This is the great specificity, the “singularity”—a word of which he was fond—of this thinking. It does not belong to any higher instance of transcendence, does not refer back to any creative or foundational principle, but only to life, earthly life in its plenitude; “Immanence, a Life” is the title of his last article.