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Between a Rock and a Hard Place Thesis one: Your countenance gives you way – or at least gives you to me. It is all I have to go one. It is the only thing I know of a you. Your countenance, the way you look, the mirror of another’s mind. But it need not all be the mirror of another. It is also the mirror of my own mid or even the mirror of my own body. My experience of living inside a living husk is see a series of perceptions and feelings. Okay I now these ones belong to a me, in the same way that I know a face belongs to a you. That is the point of countenance. It provides a place or locale in which a thing is. The perceptions adds the spacing. And yet it does so on the condition that the thing perceives is as perceived in a me. It is where or what I perceive. I am therefore free o make of I what I will . It is my realty. My place to miss lead a world from. I take a you or my body therefore into a self – and attempt to learn about that self from it or through its prism. Thesis two: But words play the opposite game. S I speak o you I claim something about me in the world. I claim tat this is as a Me to the world. I make it up. That is I make up the idea that in these words the world learns about my inside. Or at least it learns about enough of my inside as I feel willing to allow for it to have or to think. My inside as I give it to the outside – with all he vacillations and problems that this inner outer my not me that comes with the territory. My inside as a me to the outside: My inside as… Or to put it another way, I re-invent a soul, a special pace that I am for the world and for a me in words. I invent a myth that others can take this part of my meaning and run with it through these words. These words are therefore what I am – they are me laid bare, and not merely laid inconsistent. In this invention of myself as a genius to the world I confuse both fact and fantasy assuredly, but do so in the effort to invent new dimensions in makes and in thoughts for the world to be I become therefore in the soul an aspect of the worlds genius. That is an aspect which is being present, in naming itself as a certain thing gains in its mid a power to see the world and know where it is going. All souls are of course inspirational in format. How could they be anything else? Synthetic 1: Where do these two meet? In a sense that they cannot. The only place the meet in nowhere o nothing. I a will fully point were everything is unpicked or a gamble that the only way that it is not all ruined is if the world is as greedy and problematic as oneself also is. we meet therefore either in unified destruction. The point where a body and the word I spin off cannot listen to each other, cannot hear each other. We meet at death. We share the same death , and yet cannot even really on wanting to live in the same way. we are therefore alive, and die together. This death this noisy forms therefore the bond we attempt together to strive against. And yet of course it is a point in which each of us olds the other in a head lock of partial hatred. My body constantly makes demands, behind each demand lies the dark mirror of death. Feed me or a die… I retaliated drugging my body with sugar, chocolate or heroin for a temporary high. T and I demand the other copes with the problems of death we throw. That is given what I share the my body or visa verso is death then our power our ability to lauds it over that other lies in throwing our kind of death at it. It must respond to save itself and so configure our own power. synthetic 2: This move is of course only possible because my body and I must be greedy. As Both f us lust into a live, we both desire . As we desire we strive and allow,. To fight against death his therefore to want a live, and to create in the light of that want. The struggle is part of the being alive in itself, It adds more. Gamble therefore that the otherwise inside or outside me, will allows want to live enough not to pull the entire house down. It will rather respond to what I do and make more for a world in the light of the giving. The world will therefore respond to my vapid that’s with greed responses of its own. it will fly in the face of reality and allow my a power. that is it will dance in the desire to live and according to the greed air I for it. T The gamble on both sides is tat the other will be prepared to change itself as much as it can to preserve what little it has. My greed my ability therefore to laud it in creation, either as mind or as body, is based on the awareness that the other side will dance, will change, will conform. They are my lover and will (to a degree fall in with me. The do will not then call my bluff. Or thy will not if I can so arrange it that is they do then to call the bluff is to destroy the pair of yes. Each side therefore looks to its whip hand. The point the other must dance to, or both face ruin. This othering of the other – this aiming it dance of my greed, is a game I play not only on my body but on any poor unfortunate who fills upon my path and into my power. it is a game paid by words which capture things in one series of truth. But is it also the province of the body which passively rises and sends out warning signs of its own. It is the provenance of the one which knowing itself misrepresented into ht either seeks to use that misrepresentation for its our advantage. To think you know me in the countenance, lies the body, so and good – but what if I do not quiet follow than countenance what then? Will get more or at least worry you or make you other is I change. Likewise the soul uses the idea that body has about its habits and where and when it does what, to manipulate that body. My body will lined this we say or will assume that I need this, so perhaps I might be different. I might experiment and drive the process somewhere else, Body an sol forecast one another for caste and challenge echo other on the knowledge of that for taste and in the gamble of shared greed to live to be other. Break 1 ; but it is perfectly possible for the body to break of at this point and loose itself somewhere else. It need not listen to my cravings if it can rummage around in itself to find a point beyond anything I immediately offer to it, a point which will hook e up in the thoughts it has and do so from a different angle. The body therefore resists my power body rummaging around in itself to find other elements we are. That is things it stores in itself memories or lost dreams that wrong set my greeds without answering them. These old memories the lost echoes off what UI was, the pasts a s little death therefore offer nothing to the greed, but step it in its stride. The world is different to how it thought it was. Te world is not the place merely of greed. The world contains echoes that greed by itself cannot encompass. This pact alone then makes the sol the throwing of the world of worst onto the world stop and wonder. How cant simply play the game of greed then that which it wants to control is able to change the rules of the game, is able to invoke a sharing of time other than death. This sharing is of course not memory as such The memory of a body which preserves it parts are different from spoken memory .And yet as wt death that difference is the different reaction to the same basic pointer. There is something extra, some other dimension frozen into a body. The degree of a mind will therefore always be faced with a colleague tat is other than it, and which contains elements that it had not quite yet allowed for in all its muttering. It will therefore include extra in the bargain. Break 2: But at this point the soul of words feels that whatever these memories are they cannot really matter that much Its own power is assured. That is its own ability to control whatever the body contains It ill name them as merle anther speck of reality to be mastered. In mastering this speck it will then merely increase its powers. Whatever it is that body hides in the heaps of memory will therefore remain its own. It will not worry it over much. On the contrary it merely adds to it silent facet of power. it adds the dream of domination to yet be had. The soul is the endless powerful gloater then at the side of things The one who looks in a dreams of what hey will do and when and why. My words have the power to destroy you- a thought which gives me a recreation of is own, a power for its own, a dream for its own. The souls therefore acts in the ,ought of a gloating virtual power. I looks upon the world and dreams how it might challenge or change it. It knows that it can. O t least it thinks that it knows. It ignores the idea that there are other dreams other pasts other histories hidden in the hopes it already contains. It feels its dreams sure the ones that matter strangle to the history of a world. We dream the same dream, and that dream is mine. It is your dream the soul shout, even if it your nightmare and my fantasy. The soul therefore sits and gloats out a power. it does so because it dreams it will be tried and will win. It does so into the expectation that everything and everyone will fall into its wishes. It does so therefore in spite of the facts of history and the problems that those wishes have always caused for it….