persistence of metaphors,

we insist on speaking in riddles.

'I am' ?

must 'I' always come with a verb? a labour towards a direction?

a spatialized entity, from experience to entity.
isn't movement towards the Said, the Being, the end of somewhere? content with the stable metaphors? metaphors that represent nothing?

Isn't the present, a concept, an idea that is never material? Is it not both isolating and mobilizing an entity at the same instant? The instant becomes an event.

is it not a spatialized entity that never occurs? There is no present because it is evanescent.
can we even view 'presence' and 'present'?

music comes closer to revealing the nature of experience: a happen-ing, an unfold-ing.

pain, is the progress of the self; the awakening of what is stillness, idleness and contentment.

there exists a more complex movement. One that is cruel, deadly and absolutely unforgiving.

The disaster of duration

it is duration that gives us the consciousness of presence and absence.
but it is also the immediacy of an encounter that summons the 'I' to a relationship.

I always appear at the summit of presence.
but I am also doomed to be annihilated at the end of my time on Earth.
I become absent in the world of things.

Duration is the gift that makes us wary and weary.
It is both a slow-working poison and the progress of salvation.

In this (limited) duration, one comes to term with oneself.
One cries.
One crawls.
One walks.
One talks.
One plays.
One learns.
One laments.
One works.
One laments again.
One lies.
One sins.
One labours.
One dies.

One can never escape the work/verb that determines his or her position in the world of things.


one cannot escape a disaster unforetold.

one cannot escape the pain.

one must deny and forsake the Other that conceived you.
only then does the relation re-establish its enigmatic and rhizomatic nature, its dialectical birth/death, destruction/creation flux

I -> I -> I ->

I persists.
but I change.

It is duration that delivers us to the ending, come what may.

It is impossible to live in the now. There is no now.
there is currency, there is immediacy but there is no now.

The first experiences of life all unfold in a duration.
what you achieve or lose happens in time.

Without recognising this finitude, no one can understand his or her freedom of will. (another paradoxical metaphor)

Therefore, submit.
Submit to the will of duration: that which rises up, and rushes to its end.

tbc.