The link – or when I become outside.
Act 1 : the sermon.
To be on the outside as myself is to be open to others and there help. More that that it is to be open to others and their power. They will control. They will have the mastery. And yet in that mastery they will assume that they are doing just what is appropriate, what is natural. The mastery of another as that other is seen as something or someone open and lacking inside, is usually called charity. A person dissolves inventor a type, a revealed this- a pauper or a rich kid or a banker. A person open to us all in their act a person which is all our property, and had no writes beyond that inclusion in us.
More than That we claim that this individual this little bit of public peorpty will as it is genuinely public be open to our greedy and vapid plotting They are therefore to be treated as we see fit an not as they might want. They are like a baby- or a dog- public property, and lacking individuality beyond that which the public as a whole gives them. We all know their type, we all know the form. Individuals are then exploded into his for.
Individuality is therefore killed and killed again across the shifting prisms of my expectation for it – or rather what I demand of it.
Act 2: The whisper.
On the other inside their lies the other in us. The gentle whisper of the river, the flow into experience which always transforms taking us God Knows where and toward God knows what. The killing whisper that councils change or forces us to change, as otherness enters into our souls and makes it dance to a different way.
The outside tumbles in as local death, warping everything we are, making us change and change again. It is the unquenchable fist of change dressed up in the must gentle of forms, the flowing river. The river that links and binds humans together as well as slaying them. he expire then the rivers of experience we are exchanges and challenges, an meet other of that journey, constellations of vanished peoples and link theatre otherwise unknown,. A Gentle death ask control.
Beyond this Gentle death lies the more strident one. The death the river advocates is to just let it take over – let the flow of the outside which always whispered to one in life take one into it embrace and take you of to death. Let it render to outside yourself directly in death and in life. Least it argues it is better than having ones fellows do it.
Act 3; the public notice.
However the pubic an actuality are usually far nicer than the public in theory Faced with a withered old women they simply want to help her. They see she is buying and what to act – want to aid. That aid might still be focused or directed in the manner of the abstracted helpers and yet, and yet. It is genuine enough. It feels real pity, and attempt to ac upon hat pity. It wants therefore to help, and help as a community.
However this feeling has still the problem that a gulf still remains between the thing the person the item for pity that has fallen into the nexus and the individual pitied themselves. They are an abstraction or a mere patient of pity. They lack cogency of their own or reality for themselves to be within They are mere a point or point of pity – an element to be pitied, and nothing more They is a real heart then to there pity and ye no real sense, and certainly no actual compassion. It will not move them to act yet the abstract demands of formulas.
Act 4: The flight.
Faced then with the public mood, with public pity, the only response one can have in ones own mind a one is caught in it is flight. Only flight preserves individuality form being bothered. Other individuals therefore becomes as another to ones mind. That is they become something to be fled and hidden from directly. Something to be really fared. Their pity. Their reaction is something that threatens, and threatened in complex ways. Threats then more than the simply language of river and its death. It threatens because although it is on the outside of a mind is in all the same within ones nature. That is it claims to share as fellow humans do your nature, and in this sharing it is caught up and helped but also held down.
There is nothing worse than my own species feeling I am on their outside and to be related to as if I were a dog or a mountain they loved. Our own species know were your bodies are buried. They can then like no other render you on a genuine outside and demean you in the process. They can therefore not be trusted as view other things cannot be trusted, if they drive to too great an externality.
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5: When death comes.
What does it means to fly into death? What does one loose/ or better what does life itself as an amorphous force think of your own death. In a sense of course it thinks nothing at all. You as a self are merely corpse in death and not a person. It merry outside inside dance is free always to start and rethread itself again and again. You dying this there for life nothing – or rather a mere opportunity to get what t can out of you.
Here it of course does not care a button for your individuality, your nice little scruples of public and private are therefore not a consideration or are only a consideration as they enrich life itself, and open out other places (the workhouse or the morg.) where it might thrive. You in death is merely a corpse to plunder by the forces of life that also animated you. Life endlessly turn in on itself an devours other parts other elements of itself, and only by continuing to make an effort by struggling to get away or pay paying the price can any one life anyone individuality escape this scrapping out of life in death.
That I as far as life is concerned death is nothing because it never cared for individuality anyway. It strips it out, and rendered them the individual anonymous in a way far more cruel and final then the mere opening of the individual to the public ever itself achieves.
Act 6: Meeting ones makes.
Individuality itself of course wants another death. It wants other than this in on its own death. It wants in death another life. That is a sharing a pooled element beyond the mere gloating amorphous acphelouso one we all share. It wants therefore to meet an individual who does not respect borders, who is both an object in its experience (a Boofer lady) and beyond there experience. And individual who can take up it death and turn it into something else, something beyond ay one individual a chord struck beyond life itself. A message therefore to a world beyond. This taking up, and sharing this moving beyond one life (and do into a zone beyond a death) is the shared of the affect, that transforms bodies are transformed something beyond every body, and raises up an individual into the heavens. That is turns them always into something different, something eternal. A whirl in an eternal axis, constantly open to change. One individuality as such might be lost (one might not be conscious0 and yetwhatthat individuality always was, and was caught up within is necessarily preserved (and eternal) and has what one was as an affect that always reached beyond oneself as one was a self, a part of it (5/40s).