A Manual for avoiding Time
Stage 1; Death
The actually avoiding of time is of course very easy, in principle. If one claims or equates time with death, then you are already there. in a stroke everything becomes a mystery again. The world is longer simply passively present. But rather it becomes an ac or a process which is constantly renewed moment on moment. Everything becomes a process or appoint of change. Process
The neat little ordering which were imposed upon us form outside – the will ht made us wealthy or marry a certain person becomes therefore frustrated. We are quite literally dead to it- and so I has no power over us or what we do. It has no power to bind as it is the will of a dead man.
The effect then of this death in life is to the same as Newton’s three laws of motion or Einstein’s theory of relativity – it works by blasting open as a problem something hat was assumed simply to be normality. Newton runs rest into a thing into a positive force, while Einstein turns space-time into an actual element. Likewise my momentary death turns the simple act of living moment into an active and powerful problem – and one that needs explaining.
What remains after such a death - this is then the problem.
Stage 2:
However the problem is of course exactly where the ghost of this life is. Where can or does one live in this manner? Here there is an easy and ready answer. Maybe one haunts oneself as a memory. Maybe in the freeing somehow of the exact mind into a double of memory they mind is converted or compressed across times across a multiplicity of timings and given the right to remake itself, and so a stake in the perpetual reworking of the universe. The exact recall of memory then slips a notch. One remembers because one is in a very real sense perpetually present with that which one is remembering. This perpetual presence is of course not concurrent, but rather turns the line of time into the mirror of concurrence. That is I hold the image in a me and that is enough to remember it. It is in a me, and I am that remembering.
Memory as it very flexibility becomes then a point of creation or growth. Each memory is exact in itself. I member in a double of time and o need that doubling up to re what actually was there as the time. The memory of the room in which you were drugged is exact. This then immediate creates a second move. The pitching of this memory into a mind the remembering or the memory is of course gloriously inexact and creative. Why?
The answer is really too simple!
It is because there must be many different takes on the original time. As time passes what that time was (like what Britain is) changes. It is [itched into a and therefore at different extensions and with differing effects. the memory is doubled up, but each double is therefore infinitely faceted.
This makes sense in that a memory is the recording of a difference, and o is always differed into times.
Or o put is slightly differently one individual in memory appears to get to internalize the entire process of death and difference. The world might be dying, I might be dying, but hey in the exactness of a memory I, and its doubling up of the world I get to stay me, and rework or restrict me. Memory therefore becomes exact in itself, and yet open to change.
However there is surely two rather distinct problems here.
One the first point this move really restores the radicalness of the fist move. One avoided time in death – but then one turns around and immediately recreates it in memory. I think I prefer the death! It is at free. The constructs inside memory are likely to have all the smug presence of the present itself. Even more in a sense as one is constricted to a time and a pace. Secondly the substitution of time for present opens out deep problems about the nature of the self. The self if it is guaranteed in the present has a real mirror. It is what is present at a time – it is what makes the present. It and the present are then caught up. The subject and the object it makes (this is Kant). If however duration is treated as a thing in its own right this move is lost.
One really ought not to be the centre of the universe as there is nothing resent to be made. On the contrary ones sharing in time is part of what one is. One is therefore a fragment in the universe. But if this is then ones ability to double as a self is surely also lost. One ought not necessarily be oneself in the double- that is one ought not be fixed in the single time in doubling oneself up. Only duration as it actually passes can decide what one actually is. The double in time is therefore as it is caught by duration not necessarily our double it is rather the scintillating up into that double.
Stage 3;
Duration therefore can only become active in the doubling up of the double. Or better their splitting. The double left to itself is simply the reflecting of the present across a time. It is two simple, too much the product do a certain time and within a certain place to really matter much. This mattering needs then to be blasted out of the orbit of things. One needs therefore not to matter.
One needs therefore to exist in the orbit o numerous doubling – doubling in this body or this mind. I am therefore both myself but also a bastard lover who might wore the girl I am told to want (and hose wooing cast a logs a long shadow over my life). I am myself therefore and a cannot very like me but my double one the less. I am he victim of a poison, locked in a series of out of the body experiences, unable to tell which is me and which is my double or merely my suit of clothes. I am a man struggling against drowning – or better am the corpse of myself already animated in a way I do not understand and which appears utterly automatic. It struggles I watch. I am a man watching my own corpse and thinking or the thinking of how I died or did not die that manner or nearly died and of the justice of that death.
Each of my possible deaths therefore open out onto a new doubling: My double in the face of a will, my double in the face of a murderous attack, my doubling in the face of a will, my doubling as a man con to ground. I Die and am reborn as myself but myself in another universe with another set or series of possible around me. My mind is therefore very noisy, with endless aborted mess everywhere. They crowd out the soul. The make having a simple single soul a simple base impossibility: I die and split my universe to often for that.
Each death therefore splits me off. It doubles me up in creating or formalizing a thing I was in another universe. That other universe then orbits it own series of choices and it lost in this actual one. It vanishes into a virtual it and haunts me merely as Idea I resolve into a single in a time. Bt at any onetime that single will enfold all the doubled that I could be in universe yet to split. One than that it will still be haunted in the in the doubles I am elsewhere in other universes which so not simply go. Of the contrary they double into a vitality of never being what I was, and yet always following it always aping always offering other possible for me to be towards or with. My doubling might split universes, a and yet the path between the different universes is not simply lost: I listen to the others or me to my doubles in being what I am in this world.
To be in time is therefore to loose what one actually is as a self. One becomes merely a facet within a wider changing of being. One aspect of a mind in the myriad possible doubling. One is thereby caught in there chain of these doubling. A hobo in no particular universe what so ever. Wandering as doubles split or re-combine as different universes pull away from each other, and they then subsequently reveal they were not so different (the doubles the rejected might come back in other ways into me). Each universe therefore contain others which are only particularly rejected. At point this other times will then emerge and open on this time, pulling out the point the split did not happen in the way one though, colliding apparently different choices as really a reflecting of the same choice. The choose locksmith because of the innocent Boffins manipulations is both the same and different to choosing him yourself or choosing Jon Harmon. All the images tie together and are caught in the same series of minds.
Stage four:
However this leaves the problem of that other issue about time still live. Duration or whatever clearly how is master. It creates an image of all universes which are perpetually as if virtual an as if real for it. In making creativity itself therefore it presents itself as an aspect in which everything can be created. It claims therefore to be the only reality – the real truth in which we are.
Or better duration exists at the profound point of outside beyond everything or anything. I this thereof the point which impels one universe to impact on the other as something utterly different to it, and yet which it will need to comprehend and conform to As Bella we have nice little life full of money and frolic. We are practically the adopted daughter of the indulgent Boffins. We can claim to be a mercenary wretch safe in the knowledge that other’s goodness wall keep us on the broad path to virtue. We stamp our foot and pretend to be bad to shock. we know others will ensure that nothing too much comes of it (or at least think we know this much).
And yet there is a problem else where in the could or in the mysteries secretary we lust and loath in equal measure, there lies a secrete a point of external justice that could fall on our universe and challenge it. A man is not yet dead he might return and in returning what would be do? Our universe is our own at the moment, but we cold always loose it – or be pulled into another universe. External justice might then full on us and force us elsewhere.
Time becomes therefore the true agent of the otherness of the universe. It sips us really owning the one. Others might act, and really act to change or challenge what we are. They might really fall from elsewhere and destroy or compromise everything. Time as the truth or lies is outside everything mind. It muscles in to destroy or at least warp every thought or hope or belief.
And yet there is an issue in this which also needs to be considered.
Time might now have freed up from the one personality and the one universe, and opened us out to others –and yet it only does so in the most extreme of manners. One fills one others universe in the battle or at the end of the point of the sword of justice. One therefore never gets to own the point of this falling. Even more interesting and oddly time can only operate in this manner it forces upon us our own nesting of difference. That is time will need to fix us down as a vessel in order tot hen compromise what we are. It is the outside which tumbles into our inside (which it has made), it holds as fixed than then compromises that fixness. In short It appears as justice often does to cheat. I t holds all the cards, and manipulated us within that holding as it wants to ensure its won power.
Here perhaps the problem really is that it can accept not equalise in its power and no parallels other than the ones it creates for its worlds. It is king. In doing this it includes within a single embrace two very distinct aspects of our own being. our bodes in which we live and our minds which do the living are caught in the same prisms, the prism of time. They might refer to different times or to a difference of scale (molar and molecular say) but ultimately they are caught up in the same time – or better (and more common) the former is at some point the exhaustion of the latter. One is a body therefore as elements other minds elsewhere has been acting en mass and held down or caught in a certain rigid structure.
Well maybe.
But there is another way of locate bodies: both yours and mine mirror each other in world before we actually are ( at any time). they therefore hook us together thinking and feeling the same already within the worlds of time we are. That is duration is already pockmarked by point hat lead logically beyond every experience duration (the point of a body process sis that they have no inside of their own), and dragged into mutuality’s which then are caught upon this beyond. Or to put it another way the logic of the body is not merely that it is a leaky or open vessel I is rather no real distinct vessel at all, it erupts across differing incarnation hooking them already up, and linking them in manner which are not fixed in its time or else in the simple time of the individuals involved. They are rather suspended in-between- they are after the duration of the body (which exists merely I the process) and before the individual (we must already assume we are one flesh you and I0. We are therefore bound up in each other. or better bound to create our own times as the expression of a sharing that knows n time of its own (there does are never doing the same thing at the same time, nor is there a prism holding all these action don and maintaining them relate,- we merely find ourselves within a duration creating in the same manner or way). we therefore express within a time an element of no real time- a secrete sharing that is only known or expressed in this sharing.
The sharing of the mutual is therefore not a direct inter temporal creation (akin to swimming ) nor is the borrowing finding out that we already agree. I rather the far more mysteries into you and I see we are already caught up in each other, already responding to each other though now prior action and at different rhythms. We remain then out of kilter with each other, and yet in this out if kilter we can nevertheless take up aspects of each other – operate in the knowledge of what the other is and what they are doing, exchange in difference and across being different. We need no accord as such (as we simply assume it),and yet in the light of this none accord we challenge and respond (or strain against or mirror or create) together.
Time is therefore only one way (we are caught in through same time the same loop) to get at this point of exchange a point whose start it is true is always beyond a me, and yet not necessarily in a beyond that needs only be thought in terms of one unrolling of duration. It is so much more mysterious than that.
Stage five” a guest in ones own house.
What this opens up s then the idea that others as others might be the point difference tumbles into ones own life 9and not merely time). Ones own thoughts or feelings are therefore taken up and shattered in the action of others you is responding to the challenge or change what one is or can be. One becomes in a very real sense the secrete guest or paid employee in ones own house.
This might be understood at many levels>
Firstly one watches in the thoughts and minds of others endless reflection of what one might have been or what one also is, or what one could yet be – or… one own feelings ones own life becomes therefore caught up by, and opened in the action of others
Secondly These others become then powerful point or loci of differences. They contain many aspects of memories (one remembers people fondly or not) and point of reaction (like dislike) and point in judgement (good or bad). one judgements become therefore constantly updated and experimented with. One identity becomes gloriously unfixed- or better it is only expressed through the actors of the mental world which populated ones mind.
Thirdly my neighbours and friends express ones own hate or fear or goodness. One is freed up to only be a part in the play. One nee never be the full story.
Fourthly One need never then even fully own ones our affects. Indeed how can one. What one is constantly tumbling across others and others feelings as one finds oneself already within the,. One can have simple claim to those thing one feels. They are only ones own because others are caught up in them.
Fifthly ones reaction to other expression to the face they pull ad the way they look, is not caught in ones own mind as such (one is attracted from god knows where or for god knows what reason) On is therefore caught up in other lives through aspects of themselves they are only a part of and a part in. One is caught in their animation and what it provokes. One feels one knows them already and like or dislikes them…
Time might then break into minds, but it need not be the only ay – one might also break mines in exchanges – exchanges with others, with one neighbours, with one experiments, with ones affect or with expression;: all these elements these principle appeal beyond a me in looking to a you. I feel myself broken into and my soul part plundered or updated in being as a you. I dissolved as I took upon you dissolving or becoming an aspect of…not me or you but something in between. That this aspect s gloriously unstable is of course the point. You might well shrink from my love or run with my hate, but this does not step the reach between up on my side, and my dissolution (one way or other). To challenge the me which reaches in the you hitch must (however you do it) respond is the point of such creation. It only progresses by being wring – or better by forcing itself to have to rework itself and make itself as a difference.
Stage six the escape.
One escapes time in realizing that the solo one thought one was singing was really a duel. There were always others there. One as never simply alone. The time one arrange in one mind was never therefore simply there, and one really was not the same person in each point. One might the be John Harmon, Julius Hanford and John Rokesmith (the past present and future of the event of the Harmon Murder), and forced in that event to be held together. And yet there is no continuity or on simply temporal flux between Harmon and Rokesmith (Hanford should remain hidden) Harmon must remains yet dead. In a sense his world is over. His friendship his relations with other are gone. Rokesmith might be creates in his light and might express some elements of him and his choice, but Rokesmith is a different man. He inhabits another world (and does not need other universes to do it). He is engaged in his own relation, and learning or changes himself. Time is not something one secretly is. it is rather a matte of of tense that is one tense will express something of the other in being itself. So Rokesmith is caught in the expression of Harmon but in his new life is never simply him. Harmon has no right to return as a difference There is not need yet. Or better his return would distort what was positive in his loss. That is what fell out from it. The return of difference is all very well – and yet one must ensure that difference is not the cosmic epic that tyrannies and temporalities easily slip into. One is returning the white differences one finds oneself already caught within, and which have more to do with the dances in the ball room than the dancing on a volcano. In the ball room dance one is already quietly and yet completely many different people, and many expressions One is expressing a point which may (or may not) be you and yet done it in a way that is utterly original, and which links up to others in the patterned exchange, and allows in this link other lops of hoops of being (ones beyond such dancing) within for good or for ill.
To escape time is to pockmark it with tenses – each other which marks the point one was a different person, and to do so without need to recourse to lonely vigils before corpses or in front of death or on volcano- one does it simply because one is with others…To escape time is to sing a sol that is already a duet therefore.
Stage 7
And yet there is a real problem in this escape if one blindingly follow it. One looses really the ability to tell oneself apart fro another. One therefore locks them and their minds in ones own capriousness. Another will another action will be the most capricious and delightful of thoughts. One will then see their very independence as somehow threatening to oneself or as some hw compromising ones own life. But even worse one will simply loose the ability to tell oneself apart form them.
Or better one will only tell themselves apart when they go off plot line and act as they themselves are and not as they bed into ones mind and ones exchanging that thought.
There action other that the ones one knows become then a point of vexation.
The problem is of course that this very becomes is complex. It opens onto the feeling that one thinks one shares with them (and the passion one secretly hopes to share0. it impacts and explodes across them.
Dreams exchanges and vexation becomes then caught up in the same series of exchanges. The problem of course at this point is that the feelings one is caught within become such a poor fit on any language or even any realties of expression. The become utterly inexpressible. Even more problematically there very explication will immediately be caught up in the exchange itself. It will become a part in it and through it. It will therefore become an aspect in the problem. How others respond will therefore merely exasperate the issue. One cannot tell oneself as a part. One is caught. All ones expression become for both protagonists a part or an aspect in the issue. There is no release . One becomes then easily caught in a near row cum love match cum conversation cum whatever, as all pretence at simple ness collapses into the steaming or streaming void.
One looses any take on the simplicity of nature therefore. One becomes caught but the problem of relating.
What should have been a duet becomes a simple solo – with one row in many unresolved voices.
To reaches at this point to time to give a little order, and force one back not ones own box or vessel – at leas there one can have some peace.
To escape time is hazardous – one never knows in whose mind one ends p it –or which effect one is caught up: maybe them we want to keep your passions, and empirics, maybe that is easer. You should certainly always keep the options open, as you build your escape: To be warned…