Ideas emerge above the level of description, in the realm of raw imaginal stuff, and the act of attaching symbols or words to them; a ballast of semantic and semiotic material, drags them down, inevitably mis-shapen and only partially described. This effort is however required to make conceptualisations available to others, for pleasure, and for the critical purposes of dialectical exchange.

Ideally in the course of time, such attempts at definition refine and hopefully become more congruent with the original, grasped notion.
These writings should be recognised as such tentative articulations, gleaned in part from intuition and observation, but also drawn from the ideas of all of the others who have attempted this same process, ideas that have happened, for whatever reason to pass through this local, noospheric sensorium.

Therefore, also included, are thoughts and intentions which have been unintentionaly corrupted or similarly misunderstood, en-route. As such, these scribblings are not to be considered as propositions of truth, simply the queriously curioidal and playfully humble, speculations of one that is many.

Thursday, 9 October 2008

Sunken Dreams of Flight

sunken dream, originally uploaded by Negentropic Object 23.

1 comment:

  1. Tremendous photograph. Purity, tinged with graphite lines of purring wisdom.

    This is Sess. I humbly appreciated your latest comments at Raiazome. It is a lonely burden, and I'm happy Ran's essays eased yours, a bit.

    I wish we had a physical community of likeminded folk, mingled in the proximity of family and friends and fonder strangers.

    But we don't. None of us do, I think. I've lived on five continents -- and the nearest I have known to "genuine" community were the dust warrens, bare and poverty-sore, of Tanzania, Africa.

    And comfortably sitting in this fort of first-world security in New Zealand, I wonder: is that it what it takes? Must we lose everything to gain the thing we wanted most? Mostly, we want a true and kindling community, spiritual communion with a better purpose, and kind friends. Can we have that, and still enjoy our alienating, lien-taking abstractions of first world succourment? Automobiles separate us; mobile homes and newfound mobilities of the middle class, homeless and ever-renting, pare us down and isolate; and cubicles break us further. Television distances us. The Internet bridges the broken physical distances with a shimmering, sham virtuality, which is no replacement for physical touch and love's placement.

    Anyway -- your comment touched me. It's the first that says: "Yes, Sess; you are doing something decent here, and mayhap even helping decent folk."

    I'm glad, with whatever small measure, I could help and wish you all the best.

    Humbly yours,


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