Politics (n.) is, along with economy, something that that neither exist, nor is an illusion, nor is an ideology, and yet it is inscribed in reality and falls under a regime of truth dividing the true and the false.
Politics (n.) is not the expression of a collective will as it pretends to be. It breathes well only where this will is multiple, hesitant, confused, and obscure even to itself.
Politics (n.) did not hand medicine its new objects — tissue lesions were not decreed by the state — but it opened the fields where they could be mapped: the supervised population, the conscript armies, the hospital.
Politics (n.) needs no reason to be interesting; what needs explaining is the blindness, deafness and density of ideology it would take not to care about it.
Politics (n.) is not one interest among others: the very essence of our life is the political functioning of the society we find ourselves in.
Politics (n.) has truth itself as its real question — not error, illusion, alienated consciousness or ideology; hence Nietzsche's importance.
Politics (n.) is not feeding and breeding but weaving, in Plato's Statesman: binding contrary virtues and temperaments with the shuttle of opinion into the finest of fabrics.