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Saturday, 13 February 2016
The world is a continuous staging of enjoyment where nothing emerges into objecthood unless it has been made so by some cross-current. Before desire there is threat and before there can be threat there must be reliance and before reliance repetition, and before repetition absence, and before absence recurrence and so on. The knower or enjoyer is unknown and can only be imagined as something of the kind to take its place in this world, like others and their bodies. But are others ever a kind of object, are they ever finally and securely out there? Others can enter into our intimacy by inflicting pain and eliciting desire, but in pain and desire they are also forced out again, redoubling our solitude by their exile, however much they might possess the keys to assuage our passion. The experience of solitude might be like that of objecthood, not primary but dependent on cross-currents in some other medium, or perhaps the same medium, retaining the more general name of enjoyment without an enjoyer. The difference is between kinds of reflexivity and symmetry in the emergent patterns of relation. Where knowing, feeling, understanding mark our relations to objects, and where a certain symmetry in engaging and disengaging prevails, in the yet richer relations to others the moves are determined by not knowing, not feeling and misunderstanding, by the inseparable and asymmetric play of solitude and togetherness, distance and closeness, and an entire polygonal geometry where numbers once and for all attain their fullest expression.
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