What I might name or designate, “the Here.” The present. Synonym to “only.” That there are not points in time.
Perhaps always movement. Have we uncovered something that is still? Not that I know of. But perhaps. What do we call it?
Rather IS-ness is what I’m referring to. Things that ARE. NOT eternally the same. NOT really able (reliable) to be depended on or assumed. NOT all-anything, omni-nihilism. But movement, active, undergoing change (literally – in way less than fractions of milliseconds – remember, we’re talking about things that ARE – no fractions). Like a rock, or an ocean, a sense-of-self or single cell.
Truly momentary, present-ly – precisely why the adverb was made – to come closer to experience, reality, in its motion and manner, without fantasizing it into a definable, locatable, or measurable.
While all is wobbly and wobbling – shifting, bouncing, deteriorating, expanding, dancing, vibrating, whatever – once in a while things wobble together (actually, constantly), and when certain things do (oscillation, pulse, a kind of unison rhythm), moments also occur (to us).
Never resumed, never recalled, never predicted. Ever occurring. It is shaky, reality.
N Filbert 2012
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“Art brings the unknown to presence through paint, sculpture, image, [and words] without translating it into the terms of knowability.” Robert Harrison on Heidegger. Your writing is spot on. Thank you.
thank you sincerely