Echo or the Spider web:
It is an odd conundrum: The world of the abstract is always easy to grasp. The world of activity can be understood at some level fro outside: the problem is the world where ideas ad actions tumble into and re-informed one another. What makes this world so weird is that it is so beautifully impure and impious. Anything we think as our own in it is likely to warp some other way and move us off into a different set of calculations.
An actions becomes not our own, and our memories slip from our control – the become pooled within the whiz of a third party element. The trouble though of this domain, is that is dos not exists with the outside as such- but rather with an open ended and yet always restricted set of that outside.
Here the paradigm is surely a family; The family as we have currently invented it is a set of people (with fuzzy ends) which whom on is caught in a pooling of memory and reflections on actions. This group then has a grouping and provokes a series of feeling against he world. the very exchange here becomes itself real. It defines the location or fort in with the mind is.
This once again I simple enough. Anyone can where a badge of identity – they come cheap(ish) : All that is needed is a good will and a better heart. Mrs Boffin therefore can aspire to bring back a child to her power to love it and look after it.
The problem is rather how is thought this ache for the mutual tumbles into the mind?
How can the specific tumble in from the outside, where it is not? What odd journeys is it already undergoing? And where can one feel to have the right for it and through it? Where does the mind become caught up it or how?
The problem here is complex – as one also needs to consider what the outside, the stranger will do to these elements, what they are. What they are, is perhaps best understood as a ghost.
A ghost is an exchange or the fore coming of an exchange between people and some hidden element an exchange that lacks any body beyond the exchange element (a ghost cannot be material), and which defines a congregation to see the exchanging element within. This congregation then has an effect without. I will be aware that there is an exchange between these peoples, what something is happening fro watching their fact, even is I do not know what. The Congregation is therefore it own spider’s web, a portrait o the mind a fly, but also the gloating hope of the spider. A trap of interaction and tumble.
However there is another aspect of the ghost which matters. the mutuality is very indistinct and complex. On the one hand it could be extended. A group could continue, and what hey change could grow. To be haunted is therefore never to know quite what you are seeing. Te normal can become the abnormal, a the abnormal slip into an elsewhere, an oddity.
But also at the same time, the same group, and what they see is caught up in the problem of the cynic. The same effect can therefore be exhausted or pulled elsewhere if it is doubted or questioned. The mutuality is therefore needlessly open to a shatter. It needs a minds who care too little about anything other (other than it), who do not take their own world into it (and who except as they exchange that world is exhausted, reduced to not mattering) before one can properly exchange.
The rest o the world needs then to be reduced by the haunting to an exhausted gaze, from which a thing fall no doubt, and yet which cannot be grasped.
It is then across this paths the mutuality falls. It works as an odd point, a point of endless synthesis whose point of synthetic remain without, and complex in itself.
Less disjunctive in itself (although it can produce disjunct effects), an more A-junctive. The element which tumbles will define the synthetic it produces. It is not of itself as it tumbles across mind mutual, it does not immediately therefore produce the exchange. One might well not understand its nature. It merely inspires one to look around and look inside for elements one is already. The elements are then caught upon exchanges, each exchange being disjunctive (between different elements), and productive (it produces new minds), but known of them being adequate to grapes the stranger in itself. the stranger, the ghost, the echo of a memory or a plot which is nests somewhere, is rather almost made more problematic by this exchange. One grasps as a ghost in the knowledge and delight that one does not understand it – that on does not comprehend. One knows there are complication, only some of which one has a right to, and yet which only exist as one is experiencing them, and opening them into an exchange.
This synthetic has therefore three distinct poles, although the first itself must hen have two heads of its own.
Firstly, and on the one hand On the one hand there is ones own mind, into which is falls. This mind will need to feel its alters from without, and feeling itself as the response to that change, that altering dimension. I am made therefore mutual, and element which appeared unlike unlooped in my mind come together to form a system.
On the other hand the element sin this system the elements awaiting the secretary to sought them thought And out) are invariably memories or better a particular series of memory. The series which mater is the series where something is unsolved. Or at least unresolved. Past memories therefore function like past criminal cases. One knows that something in the present must allow for this memory, and ought to respond to it. Memory ceases of course to be memory, but rather becomes the glistening junction box, within which combinations are already sliding by and happening in different ways.
The memory is therefore essential other than a system (and so opposed to duration, which operates as another web or trap).The memory is that in which new mutual are already happening. To have a powerful memory, is to be caught up in a particularly bloody or mysterious murder. One is trapped then in the appeal for a world beyond the one finds oneself within, a world, which ought to already there, is only one can get matter or something to play ball. Te world becomes therefore about elements which remain frustrated and complex, element which might have been otherwise, or could run elsewhere: A world rendered open. One mind, the memories therefore one had become not ones own alone (in this they remain true to their roots in perception). Hey become rather then elements that others can take up and transform. Hidden clues come in the night, as something one had already seen suddenly makes the world sing otherwise.. a memory held in the mutual is therefore a memory held as a ghost, which rises up and haunt.
Bu what does that ghost haunt, but a system? The system, the series of names only one letter different, is empty in itself, and yet is allows the mind o capture in a locus or a series anything that does them occur. The system is the impossible backdated pre-knowledge of the event. I is that which will always feel that it did know a thing was to be (and yet can never havening). It is therefore the element into which the exchange which is held in a memory is bound.
Perhaps memory is really the wrong world. a memory as it is habitually understood is defined b a system a and not in an exchange. We want our memories ultimately as our own, a s part of our clear and distinct system for the world, and worry at the fact that really, that which is important in them has very little to do with us. At best we are the systematic spiders of the inside of these memories (the Deleuzain philosopher), but more truly we are not even that: That is the system (and we are the denizens of that system at least therefore two order removed form the exchange itself).
The system is that which I am not in, and not the point the system would like to pretend were memory (and therefore caught in he mystery of not being or only being told by a single letter difference (Balley, Calley,Dalley etc), and not what hey are – which are oddities: a mystery which cannot be caught (yet) is a simple time (and might never be and certainly will not be as the world currently thinks of it and through I).
Secondly, in relation to others the mutual element these changing challenging memories will need appear to be as a bustle and an effect. Everything they need to do requires others to respond therefore. They are a real pain. That is they are a real locus for change and challenge. One cannot therefore listening to them passively – on is not really given the space to elect (although the actions one takes ought to be themselves reflexive). One will therefore need o hook up with there engagement.
Or perhaps better this bustle is itself something of a challenge . On can simply ignore or even despise it. One can simply hope it will go away or become something different from how t appeared to be. the bustle inspires the mind t say shut u and leave me alone. that would be quieter. Solitude is therefore something one might crave. But to do so is to really miss something. The point is the bustle and is challenge are what allows change to be able to enter. One might them be bemused or intrigued or merely perplexed, but irritated/ No not and actually understand why the bustle matter.
That is not and actually engage with the bustle. Te bustle in meant another to perplex a mind such that it itself finds itself responding. It shares the haunting f a memory, and becomes caught up in the murder mysteries. The bustling mind inspires one to help. I demands that a problem is pooled, and that the pooling itself really does matter, really does drive the entire affair sideways (or onwards or something). The bustle is therefore the element which allows the mind its otherwise – which directs it to exchange.
Or to put it another way the bustle is the mysteries of charity. As we act together or better as I am forced to watch your actions, I want to do my bit, I need to become involved. This involution is nothing necessarily to do with approval. Oh I will approve, of course I will, but I might be caught equally by the desire to swim caught from a shark, or the desire to be battered by the wave. My charity might therefore extend beyond the orbit or approval (and even life). I will become as I feel, and through its actions, and my necessary response, a part of things.
T goes again without saying that Deluze is right he usually is about this kind of thing) that these action are disjunctive: This is swimming action respond without being the same. Of course they do. But they only respond in the context of a bustle. That is an effect they are already within, a sharing urgency, a point they are already responding as and for. They will differ in that responding, they will bustle back, assuredly: But the Bustle must first begin.
However my being Bustled cannot be possible unless everything else is particularly pointless. There is nothing worse than having something else to bustle me when I am busy already: To be Bustled badly is to be bullied.
But then is on is lost in lethargy I itself and without any hope, then nothing can enter in. The tragedy of depression is that it is it own cloak of invisibility. It makes the world invisible to the depressed mind which is locked into misery.
However there is another opting here.
One might be caught up in being in being bored and listless.
The world as itself has lost a point. Or better the only point that it can be given come from someone else’s mind. they are therefore driven as thorns into other mind.
All that is left for us to do is creative partially fictive systems to join the dot to dot of our mind. We are the free to bound up in a world where even our capacity to manufacture meaning, and allow links and loops o be born, appears in the endlessly service of others.
The mind rendered listless but not hopeless
It is into this mind the bustle one day falls. It sudden demands that the point we though we had so well fixed were different from how we imagined them. they were not absolute point driven in and made good, but rather whirls, which might spin a number of ways – or better scilliatete into different things and different elements of points or parts.
The minds suddenly warps into a…
f the mind was therefore cut off, it cannot bustle – nor can it if it is active already. If must rather by listening but listless; Ready to act but not yet in action(and resenting in a weird way the fact).
But more than this listlessness is caught up in the creation of the system. A system is the listlessly held within action. It is what the listless exchanges itself into (and minds the mind down thought).be listless is therefore to be looking for meaning or better drowning under fantasy meanings. The problem is then that this fantasy might become self contained with an individual or even worse a social system(the endless dinner table of the Vennerings). If this happens then the bustle itself will be despised. The action the difference it poses, the possibility of being already elsewhere is never quiet respectable.
The element then the mutual friend, the double inflected exchange (a friend at many levels and many different elements, past present and future) then falls. He echoes into the past (and the child unrealised) and the system (ad the secretary to be): he demands a response and action by a mind that might itself already be caught up in acting in its own account (bustling others). It demands that is it a part in that action. That is warping it already (while itself remained distinct from it ) it is the thing which the bustle the exchange whose nature has not yet been differenced, the element then that the bustle gives or emerges it in and through it, the element it cannot yet hide). It in falling from this beyond, it the opens up a system ( the Wilfers come to the Boffin’s mind), and so a series of containments, and yet it does so in a manner that hardly render this containing anything other than opaque and problematic.
In a sense therefore this dark oddity, this ghost is utterly distinct from the elements it uses and rides or better demands are weld together of differing ways. It poses there union as a problem or a sequence of challenges. One from than point knows these elements as they are responding to the mystery will need to be looked together in some manner, and yet makes that synthetic always absolutely never absolute. They will therefore change where they hook And yet this change is not merely falling apart (and has very little to do with death). On the contrary as they challenge and change other systems can be produced, and anyway they change will as it reflect a ghost feel as if something is learnt at each place and in each case.
The Effect then of the ghost is to install a history or better sense of learning or feeling forward to enrichment (the opposite them of exhaustion) amongst its elements. They in comprehend it are forced to change and recharge – and yet it changing feel they age better than they had been. This imposition is not the same as time (an it changes memories not as memory but as it is gripped in the present of the mind). Time is rather a ruse to capture it, an attempt to render it a word. The haunting rather is that the world should not really be given. what matters is nothing about change or difference as such (which his a grandiose name for everything inspired here). What is forced is rather the echo of elements across each other so that although each comes together as a apparent resolution, is then cannot ever really be finished. It will therefore it itself enter into an exchange with and through others: it is given in that entering (and the effect of that entering upon it). It is therefore given as a part of …mutuality which it already is.
And yet which is has not realized.
This much might sound like Deleuze. However it has this difference. The mutuality the elements are part of, the friendships they will enter, have not been established in one any element. They have a value in their own right. The friendly element, the exchanging element as a ghost is therefore only created on the job (although it is crated as an element already there). Each mutuality is therefore a unique mode of difference in itself, and yet will be caught up in among other unique exchanges and difference. It will therefore learn in remaking the sense it is differing its world (and no single axis cannot be found to define this fact). The system is therefore not simply to be drawn out even in a axis of all possible events.
This axis would not give the world as within that all possible, the very fact of their being an all possible would open up new exchanges between those elements of this all possible, who would we able to take up this very possibility into their minds., or else loose any ability to exchange at all (as the world collapse inot the lethargy)
That is the mutuality needs to be allowed to think it own difference, and therefore to have its own power – it own open and every shifting system of differing elements. The ghost the mystery that haunts is therefore also the fact their might not be a mystery at all. There might be no problem here or else the problem might be really different from this own, or might singe itself into this one and rebrand how we understood the problem we thought we knew so well. The instability is therefore of a murdered man who might not be murdered and a murder who might not be a murder at all: All that one knows is that exchanges are possible (this is the only real abstract), and where and what those exchanges might yet be ) what a ghost as it haunts it saying to us, is as yet unthinkable.