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Saturday, 12 November 2016
The subject and object are not autonomous existents so how is it that the polarity between them varies and can be intensified beyond measure? And how is it that perception arises only in their duality? There is a process or continuous event that while itself invisible precipitates subject with object with subject with... It is a disequilibrium and perhaps we can lean on it, push it this way and that, make it hang further out of balance. All manifestation is a kind of fucking, not least in that you can't say anything about it, can't produce a commentary, running, crawling or stationary without missing the point - and it is so human to miss the point. When it is on it is on and it produces its own kind of music, it knows how to sing and we are a voice in the chorus without saying a word. And is it really us? We seemed more knowing, we did whatever needed to be done next without having thought about it, inescapably right and therefore sublime after a fashion, mere presences, the miracle entire, the shouting angels in every hair, in every drop, in every fibre. And us, unable to carry the least part of it with us, over into the next moment.
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