Saturday, April 14, 2007

The system is under siege. The unsystematic is gathering its forces just outside the system's wall and whether or not the system can survive appears to be a matter of time, or fate, or destiny. The system, like the story, begins and ends. Western civilization began and it will end; the human species began and it will end. If the time has come the corporate body dies. The war against chaos depends upon a finite quantity of time. The question is, what time is it?

The clock starts ticking at conception and at some point on the continuum which follows the originating conception, the clock stops ticking. How much time do I have left? What will I experience when the ticking stops? If I turn my attention to that second question, then I find myself less preoccupied with the first.

The great public drama that swirls about my hermitage is all about time. Do we have enough? It is assumed that time is all there is, and that to run out of it is a disaster, not unlike those disasters perpetuated in time. What evidence is there, that is not fantastic, to support this assumption? I want to investigate this public assumption; perhaps they are wrong.

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

I have previously described the central character in my story as suspicious, or, in the broadest sense of the word, paranoid. He does in fact feel like "they are against him." "They" are the enthusiastic members of of society, the spokespersons for, or supporters of, social values. He suffers from the fantasy that societies are cults which feed on the unwitting and unsocial. In short he fantazises a certain animus emanating from the societies of which he is a member. So his rather unheroic quest within the pages of my story, is first to see if it is possible to see a world that is not socialized, and second, if he sees, or, imagines that he sees such a world, to gain thereby an understanding of what it is that he must do, or, not do' to "go gently into that good night."

The war which the corporate body wages is the war against the disincorporated, the war against the "body without organs", the body at equilibrium. It is the body from which the corporate body is born and into which it dies. At both ends of spectrum the corporate body resists; both at birth and at death the corporate body eats as a defense against being eaten. But the war is temporary and it does not end in victory. Why do our teachers repress this knowledge?