"Skepticism that is not skeptical of itself is called nihilism."
an “anti-vanguard” vanguard would be a rearguard, for backhanded reach
outside of the military formation and into the generalised linguistique
the vanguard is duct tape across the mouth, not a freedom for speech
the rear guard is an ear-plug, tampon or diaper in all senses anatomique– Ronaldo (Frenchy) Flume
Unlike the massive globs of honey which have been historically spread to plug up pores in the pursuit of poisonous persuasion, the ion gate or diaphragm on the surface of a cell works quite well with just a saline dash to enflume osmotic oscillation (also known as a hyphenated in-out flow) such that nutritious soup does not over-saturate to capsize or to inundate. Salt has proved the bestest in a drought or blight as an abundant electrolyte when stirred & mixed with water, should too much sticky truth spread all around, need watered down, it's like a winking eye or raised eye-brow. In a toilet bowl, to expose and flush an affront or a scandal, there's nothing one need say: just turn the handle, adjust yer pants and calmly step away.
"All language involves the use of words (and associated generalizations) that segregate the infinite experiences of life into various kinds of buckets. This is a problem we will always have, because we cannot think without using words (and generalizations) but these words (and generalizations) often turn out to be clumsy instruments (ie: since truth is always concrete, and no two phenomena are identical, there will always come a point where the system we use to categorize things into buckets breaks down and no longer corresponds to the imperative of life)."
Concerning thoughts that sentiment's nutritious but exclusive or constraining when it comes to language and to thinking. If imagination is a generation of images, and vision is what makes sense to eyeballs, then "anarchist ideals" and other sorts might be better thought "perspectives". Imagery acts as a rear guard against frontal (lobbed or lobe) assaults accusing of "idealism" and "adolescent incoherence". In lieu of seeing things, what some call hallucinations, some of the more creative folk hear voices in their craniums. For skippers of literary buckets, talking pictures could only be enjoyed within the walls of sanitariums. Imagine the demands on child-students to encourage silent readings (no noises are allowed from them in organised currriculums) like humming or addressing fingers when they're making sums – it's just not very intellectually aesthetically appealing. Certificated knowledge must bury anything that smells of something sensual. It's all a matter of anatomical specialisation and propriety as nothing's more offensive to adultish graduates than reminders they too once expressed a thing resembling high spirits or teen angst. It's not something one transcends with maturation; it must be crushed anew in each succeeding generation.
TIME TRAVEL
"Unless we master time travel, we are kind of forced to acknowledge current conditions and work with what we have."
A form of communication, time travel is easy, and it's always been available. It's a matter of extending perceptual horizons. This becomes possible if we retain the same degree of skepticism we may have toward the present when exploring the past and future. Research into the past is more difficult or laborious (like the present it's an entanglement of hearsay) than exploration of the future which is correctly labeled imagination, fantasy or fiction. This zone has always expressed more of what we would call "truth" or "realism" (at least from in-between the lines) than its antitheses labeled "fact" and "history" (not to mention headline "news"). Expanded consciousness in the perspective of perceptual extension is all about bigger pictures and like spider webs, very effective (not to mention "affective") as long as we apply a dash of salt to every positively given affirmation.
NO SALT NEEDED:
"Profound exclusion prevails in realities where those who have privilege to be in the city can go to protests and have somewhere to go at night. Voices of mothers are so not part of theories and dominating voice of radicalness that claims to shape what is said and done in these times. If it isn’t hierarchal white males running the show, then it is dogmatic male based philosophies that are. I am steeped in the experiences of frontline mothering that has also been witness to frontline nursing mothers of Dine defense of sacred land, Mayan defense of ancient culture and many other struggles where mothers, grandmothers and newborns take on the hired thugs of corporate rape and pillage. What those who are most saddled with the care of others must do before leaving in this warped country to go protest is not even remotely considered. I find the exclusionary dogmatism that has most influence, or seeming influence, is very clever at excluding those they do not wish to consider or bother with. How revolutionary is that? Same old male dominance in another convoluted form is nothing new. Nothing at all. Even if i do continue to struggle all too often alone to participate, you will NOT erase me or my hard earned perspective."
"I think we need less posts on the internet and less pseudo-critical analysis and more face to face dialogue and more actions. We have F4E why can’t we have a weekly party or better yet spur-of-the-moment parties where we feed and commune with people."
ON TRANSCENDENTALISM AND ETYMOLOGICAL CORRECTNESS
While some may see an up and down wobbling of the prow of a boat on rough seas (scend) still crossing (trans-) before its clamping down by biting teeth (dental) as an adequate philosophy (or -ism) to live by, another more accepted interpretation would be, on analogy with ascend (move up) and descend (move down) merely to move across a surface, precisely what our little bouncing boat was attempting to accomplish in the first place. It somehow loses the nonmaterial (in this day and age, 'spiritual' or 'ideal') sense of the impossible like an after-life arrived before the dying. It is a crossing of lines (chiasma) or a shot across the bow or bow across the string or a horizontal spread like a swipe of butter across the bread. From the perspective of an ocean liner or a cutter that's slicing water, making lines or wakes as if a knife through deadly cubes of salt-free butter, should it be itself the mourned object of a wake or swamped by one and swallowed by the sea, what difference to its end or transformation (they used to say "corruption", the rotten business of death and nutrient for corporations) whether bit with teeth or swallowed by a gummer? They seem the same to me!
The imagery is what suggests the commonality between diverse interpretations, like some texts are unreadable without the illustrations. Rhythm and melody support them like an old cement wall to a creepy ivy. Without a certain ambiguity (since our theory suggests an anarchic linguistic usage or "poetry" as an originary form of mouth-to-ear or eye-to-eye expression demanding of multiple entendre and not up for a vote or too much manipulation – the picture comes all by itself with a pinch of experimentation) inviting exploration, the image might never coalesce – we'd all be bound to take it on authority. Representation (a sign that's an imperative) must there as well be thrown out of the window. Rationalism must stop at the point of imagination which is the alphabetisation of thinking (Ivan Illich) such that what was once a reminder as an image loses all graphically poetic value (the word is everything, the letter nothing) and thinking itself can go nowhere but into rigid thoughts given the attribute of disconnection or individual autonomy – discrete parts in and out of connection – resonating with a mechanic's ontology of efficacy and propriety.
"True" to hearing foreign utterances, it's been said there was no space for spaces in old Irish writing. The null symbol is just a silence, neither well-placed hammer nor an inconvenient stammer: a page full of them would be blank, from French for 'white', but not unlike the silent canvas on which Keith Richards applies sublime brush-strokes when his finger touches strings. At least that's the picture he came up with. What's meaningful is not confined to cognitive intellectualisms or signatory transactions – sometimes it's just a "feeling" which can take you places. The literal in literary juxtaposed to "art" would seem cognitively anti-metabolic – there's no space for the aesthetic when everything's been tied or legalised as economic – could such a world be said to include any sort of growth except to ever-diminishing numbers of exploiters racing to the finish-line of an ambitious, self-defeating purpose?
Betwixt and between (aka, a crisis) makes us scream (or is its borders screaming at us?), existence in a hard place hinted at by Plato (and even Heraclitus) and legislated by Hegel (Engels made it natural): nature must conform, as dialectic friction is now the only game in town – they say we all must struggle since for everything there is no season, just an opposition. On this the commies and republicans both agree (after all, we're only talking "democratic"). The game is played till it's transcended, with the synthesis of opposites, like a black and white world turns forever to just one shade of gray.
The idea that in a world where everything is different, what is common is no project, solution or end in constructing sameness. Common is what is shared, nothing more except that in this case we can recall a quality some would say "It's free!" else sitting at the table is for others a call for silence & seclusion as all meetings seem to generate antagonism projected onto chickens pecking scratch. Might it be that we're too proned to focus on the difference which makes a difference and never have the time to tend or tender eating (literally as well as figuratively)? The hypocrisy is that universal ADD is chemically treated as disorder all-the-while promoted like a never-ending bath to cleanse or trump the lack of questions like "how high?" when someone says to jump or is it just confusion of an acronym with the calculations some obsessed accountants label math?
"What power has "the light of truth" over blind Tiresias?or it was never there to begin with, a nothing or null symbol which by all appearance must seem by definition out of reach? Seems to be the nature of belief, 'cause no one's ever witnessed nothing and lived to tell about it or was refreshed to carry on a trek across the desert by pausing at the Mirage Cantina for a quick drink and then I'm outa here.
Light divides; truth becomes double. A rift is thereby opened, separating truth disclosed by the light of reason from sacred, secret truths. What reality does this abyss have for Tiresias?
Tiresias experienced the truth of "the other side of existence" to which rationality, enlightenment, remains forever blind. The price paid for this sacred truth was the sacrifice of sight.
The offense committed by Tiresias was not against Hera: it was the decision itself, by which he betrayed his privileged knowledge of the fundamental non-duality of existence. Blindness was both his punishment and his recompense.
Blindness bestows the gift of prophecy. The blind visionary cannot but fail to enlighten those blinded by sight and light: sacred truth remains ineffable, incomprehensible according to reason and speech."
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