I noted that my 2nd anniversary with WordPress has just passed – bringing out an old, somewhat clunky and stuttered attempt at addressing essential transformative and reciprocal relations… Thanks all!
A Letter to Friends (far and near, now and future):
On Friendship, Dialogue and Conversation
(even those “silenced to pieces” – Paul Celan)
Addressing an interminable oath, a perhaps-always, perhaps-never, but surely an “only.” Friendship.
Either there runs an essential conversation, in the realm of the impossible, that is, the meaningless, or there does not. Meaningless, like infinity, like being, like love – each lying somewhere beyond rationality, or knots of multiplicity, that is, items we are capable of naming, or calling (calling-out toward) but which do not, ever, add up.
Things that are, that are unable to be explained. At times we call out to them as “paradoxes,” “mysteries,” “ideas,” “sensations,” “beliefs,” and so on, these “entities”(?) “concepts” (?) – “observable creations” that require one another to be, but cannot be identified in themselves (e.g. “same”/”different”; “self”/”other”; “silence”/”noise”; “presence”/”absence”; and so on). “Things” (?? – but what to…
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