Desire or the science and art of being in wrong place:
Desire is…
Inflationary.
That is desire cannot stop and cannot cease looking for f pointers or place to manifest. If it stops, it is not stocked up, the it falters. Desire works always by being on the up, on the increase. As it does s in becomes very much like an external force. It falls from somewhere on the world, and changes of challenges everything? As I then come to desire, my old relations come into question. This question is of course provoked. The desire whispers that the old way of doing it, the old habit will not do? To desire is to want to be effective it is to want to be in control. Control, is the ability to shake to old series of perception or any series of perception. As I desire I make myself, and the world around me different. I require of it that it is different..
Habit are disturbed, and quiet secrets broken and plundered by desire, which will if it is strong enough always seek to render the stuff of my life, my perceptions an my private dreams open for its sport. I desire in an desiring place myself at the disposal of my own other. That is that which will in desiring seek to other the world even as I am within it, and through it.
More than that this shaking up desire- this power to drive a mind into being other than what it might otherwise be, creates strange affinities. It is the conjoin principle the mind. It cares then in itself not a jot for sensible order or patterns or powers. It merely loops together what it can. Odd alliances are therefore born, and odd arrangements within which widely different thoughts are run together and all feel a part in the same basic desiring.
Desire is…
Warping of the truth.
That is Desire needs is passions and its affects to be effective. It needs then others ability to feel and t engage with the world. it take up these feelings, this ability in another to enrich their environment and misuses it. That is anything that it can encompass that is for want of a better word positive, it does tae up. It explores the aspects of that feeling that are enriching a world in which that felt finds itself. It the uses he fact that these feelings are always growing, always changing to make it itself appear the greater and more powerful as a process.
Desire therefore has a fine nose for what is useful for it. It attracts what will aid it. It uses the other in its schemes. It is not to be trusted in that use. And really not to be trusted. This is because as I desire I necessarily shift around the feeling I have for the world, and as I shift them around the passions which were negated in specific consequences become caught up in new circumstances. In effect my world changes – as these passions were always adding me though my world, where always enriching it. Desire therefore takes the rich world It within, and which it needs for craves. The richer that is the more connection the better, as the more opportunity it has for its operation (the more things it can desire across and use – the more places it can advance – a power desire has many mangy outlasts, and will find others). It makes then this rich world as its own and rides it back and forward, forward and back.
Desire in doing so exploits the fact that to describe the world is one thing, and to desire what one describes in another. The same truth might either be passionate, of those passions might themselves in spite action and reaction, and as they dot he world described in fundamentally changed and moved around. U becomes different. And yet not too different that as I long for a thing the image of that thing does not strengthen that longing. To se anther in ones mind is to want.
To this effect desire is also the greater warper of the innocent. That is if one is caught up in a desire then the world is changed. The is a pointer or a place setter who fails to understand that. They see the world really as it ought to be. it straight forward affair of simple this or that. They are therefore unable to grasp the complexity of the desires that animate the world beyond them. thy are merely in innocent passion or feeling something ‘simple’ and careful in the grip of something monolithic and complexity. Desire loves such simples- they make its life so easy, as they are fodder in its powering exchanges.
Desire is…
A functionary in complexity.
There is little point or even little option desiring in the simple world. one does not. On the contrary ones desires fall an richly complex world, Everything is muddled up, everything is linked and looked together. But what then hell one desires anyway. That is one produces in all this muddle in all this complex intricate interweaving o minds, perceiving and bodies relatively straight forward desires. It is the power of these desires that they force the world to appear straight word. They appear then in a sense to infinitely it and make it appear as a thing real an easy. Without this desire then world would be impossible and I could never really mind a voice.
So that it is desires power to been the wrong place as if it were aright and to encompass a world that in a sense gives us our world. Without this power we really would be lost. We would be caught up in the endless complexities and intracies of forces and powers that are forever running up and away beyond us. A we desire though we get the change not to care. We get the chance to insist that all this loopy feedback back does not really matter, We are here, and we desire and so our world will resolve itself into neat little animal simplnessness and easy formulation. It might in itself not really be like that, but at our most essential level we do not care about that. We desire. Our world is simple.
As such of course a desire only works as it keeps the complexity functions. That it is operating as the silent wisher ping friend, the one that makes everything aright (and whose power is increased by he fact that without it everything might not be alright0. It therefore within this multilayered reality. It then the world resolves into something more simple or something where the layer of reality are clearer to work out, desires power is compromised. Needs therefore it power really very directly. It uses and feed through that use. It wants it.
A desire therefore falls on the world not just at the pointer in complexity (the point the complex is simple from) but even more problematically the pointer that needs to keep things confused and muddles, as it is in another muddle in their confusion in heir not being able to shoot from the hip or tell things aright, that it has it very real and driving power.
Desire is…
Feeding in Passion.
Desire will use the good as its tool. But it does not need it really to be that good. What matters after all are the passions. It is the passions which are to be driven this way or that. It will therefore need to provoke in other flowing passions. Passions hat it then conjunctions to one another. Desire is there power to make or effect this conjoining. A passions therefore flow into each other. The brim this puddles or rivers. They overflow, and desire revels in the extra dimension to the world this movement endlessly produces. On desires therefore in this flowing of passions. On desires therefore always their production. Here a darker move comes in. The passion produced need not be true passions .In a sense as I desire they cannot be. Desire is always between any one set of passions, always looking for others always moving to another ( pain becomes fear, fear anger – joy becomes love becomes hate becomes a life….) Desire is therefore never restricted to treating the passions within it as passion. They can become rather within the one mind the affects of the consciousness. That I powers and feelings within the single conscious intellect that reach across numerous feelings an numerous elements of the world and are hooked together across that link>
Desire will therefore take my own passions and arrange them as affects a s engages as arranging of engaging.
But in dong so it doe into need to ensure that there are any external pointer or powers. That is lack of externality frees up the desire and the internal affects from any need to be accountable to anything beyond themselves. Desire therefore prides passions, and in riding them can very easily invert or revert them. I might hate you therefore because to crystallized a something about a me. I might love you because you are as to a me in my mind. I might provoke a feeling in a you o ensure that this feeling is never applied to a me. I will arrange the strange feeling my own mind into a dark symphony of interlinking feelings, all of which demand respond and al love which appear looped together
Minds are caught then in their own place, in their own complex exchanges, and deprived of a world beyond it. They become their own prison of internal affects, which cannot be shared very easily, a and which will almost immediately make the rest of the world appear as an outside.
Desire is…
Hypocritical
As a desire is an affect it is and must remain my little secret world. I cannot simply tell you of it. But is far far bad or mad or merely sad for that. I will then rather always hide it. But the only really effective way to hide a desire is to embody it. We you and I need a goal or a shared outcome. This outcome is then something we can both hook into our desiring element and affects. It is something in which a desire is made public it will therefore strengthen itself in the giving of this thing. Ands yet , so the same desire is not utterly revealed at such a point or in such a part. It is not simply there for all that
Or again perhaps it is. in making this element of it public in showing itself to others in a sense it is allowing or negotiating or trying to give a way to others that it is it. It is therefore distilling albeit in an external manner something about itself, it is then provoking in other a reaction to that something. I uses that something and other therefore to focus not only to privately embody is own delight, but also to focus other into an aspect of its nature. To allow them to express feeling in the context of this external element.
The element beyond the individuals involved therefore becomes the public focus for their desire. As such it is also of course the public scape goat for those feeling. That is this element these one in front, a public face of the inner world is available for blame and punishment I those desires are problematic or out of hand. it is after all the desire revealed –the old law of the soul laid bare. It therefore stands to be judge med. The public face is then the one that expects others to criticise it and off load what they wan on it. It takes the wrap for the inner world. Here of course the use and game of stereotype and prejudice comes into their own. it is the power of a prejudice that they allow one to attack mirages of peoples and never the thing itself, characters are in a sense often the savers of the mind (and only occasion its darkest our). That is they are the point that one always something in the public, something hat is so open and so crassly labelling that we all know what it, to be lambasted, and not actual individuals themselves. There is on one simply racist (is it always so much more complex that that) and yet hat does not mean that activism is not something to be condemned and that the condemning itself is useful in a public witch burning sense.
The problem of course with this unreasoning loathing of public manifestation of something pretty much all of us are, id hat it has not real limit. The burning of a witch and the purging off a language of sexist elements are the same process’s but one is mad and one is sane. It is then the oddity of desire and public manifestation it creates that these manifestation the same whether they are mad or same good or bad. Morality and ethics need to be found elsewhere.
Desire is…
The user of disguises
My desire therefore walls operates across and through others. It I into these others that it is must clear and most pronounced. They others, these mirrors for it forms the passions across which I desire. That is what I show to another is always the feigns the power and play of passions. These grip me. The silent stoker of these feelings, the care conjoiner is though quite hidden. It is hidden and yet watching/ my desire knows that its eventual outcome its power and others reaction to the passions it uses are one and the same. I therefore conjoins passions, and hen looks to other faces, others reaction to understand the effect of this conjoining. The disguises therefore matter.
That is how a desire proceeds and even what it eventual evolves into in be patterned into these reactions. Here of course on hits another feature of desire. IT is far far less clear how many desires I have within me than it is with passions. A passion ids (often) separate they (something differ in kind. We can at least always pretend to ourselves at they always do The option is open. The same is clearly not so true of desire. Desire is likely to be strong or weak and yet it is the same desire more than that the same desire or something in to the same desire can flow over or retreat from or oppose or combine with numerous other desires. The stuffs of the world are then rather inadequate in thinking the nature of such a desire. It is here it is there it moves it changes, it evolves it is othered it…
One cannot keep up.
On resorts then to the algebra of disguises an tautology of simplicity that desire uses. We have few other effective world or ability to grasp its nature.
Desire is in disguise. Perhaps this is the only real point about it. It function where and across it hold not. Than is it is never were who want to. It is always in another. Always coy about itself. always deluded.
This is its point. Where is the vale of a desire in the right place. It power is to be wrong, to be in the oddest f place. Leaking out of where it really ought not to be. This is it power and its function to a mind.
Desire is…
Caught in the feed back
Desires are even very seldom simple. The will rather build up a pubic face. Something in which and through which they express themselves. This public face is therefore the one which everyone reacts to and responds to. It take on the role as it was the desire. It become the ‘thing we really want’ or at least the thing that others will always judge us on. It is the stable pointer in the process. He element that makes sense (and that must make sense to others). The point of public feeling.
But the desire itself is of course always elsewhere. Or more particularly it is two other places.
One the one hand it is the listener to others reaction to this public image. It judgeless and nuances what it is in this reaction. it ensures it knows what is going on in it, and will seek to use it as it see fit.
On the other it sis then always communicating to the public expression of itself. It sit behind that public as a aspirant puppet master. It pulls strings and the public figure of what it is acts and reacts in a certain way . The public feature is therefore it its to be thought of as complex. At any one time it might present a feature or a face that is simple to see. And yet, and yet, at the same time it is always being held in the grip of the hidden desire which feeds of the reaction to it, and opens up chasms within its reaction to the world.
That is the apparently strength forward face of the desire on the world is actually fissured. Unless one knows the motivating force begin it the hidden internal affect of desiring one cannot master or hope to master or even fathom the public face. Worse that that it is often very difficult to tell oneself apart for the hidden desire and form the public face. That face is designed to hook one up in another fantasy. That is its point. It the public expression of a private desire. To feel then what that face has to offer, to believe in it is to open owns up to anther fantasy – always a dangerous and often a far from comfortable position
To believe in another is therefore o allow that other something of power. It is to invite that other to abuse that port. It is to invite hypocrisy, as the neat little feed backs between what you believe the private grip of affective power always tempt the believed party to abused such trust.
Desire operates in another – and therefore is public faces need never to be simply trusted or believed. They are always more complex than that…
Desire is…
Always moving the boundaries
Desire enfolds itself as the power to make private sense of the world of shifting boundaries. T the outside observer it always appears theta the parameters are shifting and are complex. To the internal mind it is not so simple or so obvious as ht. This I not how it happens, On the contrary desire operates to produce a series of feelings and then another and then anther. I takes up what is at hand to give a live. The boundaries therefore was naturally evolving – how could then be doing anything else. Desire as the cousin of consciousness I the force that makes these movements this shifting appear to make internal sense.
Desire therefore always from the outside appear unfair, and shape changing/ On the inside it my soul buttress against ht anarchy of what it. It movement of boundaries its weasel thought and words are my guarantor of sanity. That is it ability to arrange and rearrange passions within my own sell, is the power hat will prevent either thus passions slipping from my grasp and becoming stubborn madness warping the world. Or else slipping into affect and leading me on a dance beyond everything that I might be.
Also desire I insist of a self as spate to the world, as a thing all alone. I insist that I am also a me. And powering house of being a me. I give myself then the ability to be outside the world and in being outside to arrange it as I see fit/
My move the goal posts. That I my privilege. Everyone of course does the same. How can they not? It being them, in making that thought themselves they will necessarily over goal posts. More that that they will necessarily a experience and passion tumble into themselves be unstable and complex. Again how could they be otherwise? Why should they be otherwise. The prerogatives of life, that is the ability of passions to restitch its world ensure that as one lives, one rethrows a world.
That is one moves the goal posts. Desire is the merely the name to this slight of hand, this ensuring tat things ought not to be that simple. That is are never quiet as simple as they appear.
Desire is…
The moment I become complex
That is it is the moment I become real to myself as my own inner affect. It is the ability of a mind to free itself from nay one passion or any one occasion, and to arrange the perceptions it finds itself gripped by, according to its own manipulations. As such is it necessarily manipulative. It would not be it did not want to change something somewhere.
More than that it is the moment the mind is never simply at. Passion are arrange as feedback for a desire elsewhere. Unrelated passions or only partially related passions are fitted into a global order or a scheming series of thought or feelings or powers. The mind constructs and reconstructs itself in these schemes. It will not act ‘straight forwardly’ across or thought them. It cannot as its power lies in allowing something somewhere to be thought or felt otherwise. I feel and desire I want I change the world.
Or again as I desire the world is not simple. This occasion might be abut the her and now, and yet it will talk to and feed other times locked away in my skull, it impacts into other action, it is arranged across numerous conjugations of tense and oddities of power. It need not be remotely straight forward. To be mine it is as mine not what you thing it is – it cannot be.
To be me I will always be impelled to move the rug from under the you in my mind. That is to be me and not merely the adjunctive of a you to same or for a me in my own mind, I will then operate across and through shifting around these sense that you are to a me. It is in my power to alter you in my private little stage play of myself- in the series of thoughts about a me that make a me, that I really feel myself to be. IN changing what you are to a me, I know I must be.
Where else is anything that I might feel myself to be but this change.
I challenge and recharge I talk to and change my perceptions. I desire in these shifts, in this inspired cobbling together of mess and your, feeling had in a me in a you or shared, in the construction of my own private world of affects.
The problem of course is can any else every share in this private theatre or are we really alone?