Heidegger

In the first place it should be made clear to everybody if individualism
is going to be followed, if yes, to what degree, and if no why the hell US
are busy exporting liberal democracy, when they no longer need it at home?

But, in the political confusion in the US, produced by the metaphysical
underdevelopment of its demos, this question cannot be competently answered.

And, the answer to this question is of fundamental importance. One cannot go
at the same time to the East and to the West. If one is to move at all,
he/she should first decide where he/she wants to go to. Otherwise, the work
of team A will be undone by team B, and those who don’t notice this will
keep asking why the problems are getting worse.

So, admitting that there is a solution for world’s problems, that solution
should be followed consequently and one should not try moving in two
directions at once.

Tympan: So which direction are you moving in and how does one get going? You
never say which way you are going and how you are accomplishing your team’s
movement through the thick forest of problems whatever these would be;–
never not once in years and years you are the least committed person in this
list and most likely to remain unresolved or is it without redemption?
Probably has something to do with your inability to stay with a thread much
past a post or two and embody your ideas somehow or at least retouch them
here and there until you hit on a promising bud on the soil of this
conversational field plowing through an untamed forest of problems mostly
having to do with the limits of what is possible to do with the meaning of
words or articulation in general. Continuing to cultivate questions
surrounding individualistic narcissism probably will most likely lead
towards a culture of choice buds or seeds to ruminate or gestate at least
until you loose control over their future and let them go or abandon them to
a collective prolepsis and surpising twists in the narrative story of the
how a will becomes more free like Moses shows us. Not exactly chaotic free
improvisation absolutely without melody or rhythm since the outline of the
given narrative provides the structure around which innovation or fresh and
green ideas take on real sense or direction. However, freshness comes with
the ability to play with the true and tried, with the standard drift of
thoughts layed out by our ancestors which are surely to be trusted since
they have stood the test of time yet we have lost the understanding of the
practice but their foresight led some to devote themselves to playing with
words to see what can be said that will make sense for all ages or be a real
articulation of eternity and the ineffable which is completely outside
language and anything we could think. So when we read them as I read say the
Chruch Fathers there is always a sense of being contemporary and modern
written into the discourse that gives their writing eternal significance.
It’s their strong sense of presence that does this for them and their words.
Their continous cultivation of vigilance and so of the clearing of the soil
of the soul or mind is the connecting bond and sense of not only sympathy
but the collective experience of a higher mind. That is why as one reads I
get what needs to be said next and loose control so to speak over my own
language with the tinge of the foreign step that breaks with the proper
rhythm of what the English would have said. It’s kind of funny or maybe
that’s just my pride talking trying to appropriate what is least my own and
that is the otherness of the meaning of words. That’s jazz improv. That’s
freedom only possible against the backdrop of the classical, of the standard
hope or expectation. This sense of grace is the green pasture for the sacred
cows where nature is simply a semiotic sign which when it’s good it sounds
like the honking of a rhino, the blowing of an old trumpet which is always
the call to rebuild the Temple or watch over the soul, that is, clear it of
the weeds of a poor analogy that breaksdown all over the place to become
nice dark soil, rich compost full of rotten matter, fecund foundation. Here
honking can be figured like a slash mark such as //// and thought as such. A
very concrete plastic abstraction that is not in the least confusing is at
issue and is easily understood by all. We don’t need to be a scientist in
awe of technical jargon which make us lazy because we avoid working out a
gently dying resolution to the fragment or piece or growing foundation of
the house of language that operates kind of like a crypt-womb and is given
meaning by the archival memory or the individualistic trains of thought,
turns, tropes within the collective spirit or language game of this list on
the tracks of whatever.

“Whatever” is a word I always think with Agamben I don’t know what it points
to but it is not something that is said in words but the emergent moment of
meaning is ‘articulated’ rather which is the moment of the creation of a new
testimony. No doubt this is not unrelated to a state of vigilance where we
guard over the soul or temple and also are outside of ourselves and are
without consciousness or an inner intention to this or that. We are just
dwelling and looking about without interest or human instrumental purpose
which is why perhaps we have the heads of animals and have become or are
becoming monstrous hybrids? Agamben in one his books on language The Open
begins the “text with reflection on an image of the messianic banquet of
the righteous on the last day, preserved in a thirteenth- century Hebrew
Bible, in which the righteous are presented not with human heads, but with
those of animals. In taking up the rabbinic tradition of interpretation of
this image, Agamben suggests that the righteous or “concluded humanity” are
effectively the “remnant” or remainder of Israel, who are still alive at the
coming of the Messiah.”
 http://www.iep.utm.edu/a/agamben.htm

The end of time just means the end of human temporality and the beginning of
eternity or the emergence of surprising turns of language that are for all
ages. This is glory valued by all instruments of sacred history who have
been broken as human tools which is why we are not slaves of Pharoah but
servants of God.

Greetings,

tympan

“For if the trumpet give an uncertain sound, who shall prepare himself to
the battle?” 1 Corinthians 14:8

Greetings,

Tudor Georgescu

Posted on Wednesday, June 28th, 2006 at 7:46 am
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