From: Kenneth Johnson <kenn@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>
Date: Mon, 27 May 2002 20:46:12 -0700
But please note: I am not *against* this.
>>>But please also note, that you are inside it, and not over against.
>> And perhaps after all, there is no secret. We incline to think that the
>>Problem of the Universe is like the Freemason's mighty secret, so terrible
>>to all children. It turns out, at last, to consist in a triangle, a mallet,
>>and an apron, -- nothing more! We incline to think that God cannot explain
>>His own secrets, and that He would like a little more information upon
>>certain points Himself. We mortals astonish Him as much as He us. --Letter
>>to Nathaniel Hawthorne, 1851
>But it is this BEING of this matter; there lies the knot with which we
>As soon as you say ME, a GOD, a NATURE, so soon you jump off from your stool
>and hang from the beam. Yes, that word is the hangman. Take God out of the
>and you would have Him in the street.
>This "being of the matter" is certainly not proto-heideggerean, but still
>... I read it thus,
>that the me/god/nature solutions make you hang (definitively), but only the
>keeps you choking, living. And being 'only' being-in, which is secret enough.
>or not? please correct me!
er, uh, well, in direct terms, or maybe rather a bit paraphrasistically of
Melville on Metaphysics above, that in order to discern whether any
correction is needed, I, like God, would like a little more information
upon certain points Myself (the hangman part i got, but here an explain of
the "being-of-the-matter", and on the sufficient secret of "being-in" i
need) (or perhaps a URL or other pointing to the origin of this quote in
its context would be enuf).
and only as an extremely delicate indelicacy do we live sign.ificantly at
all, signifying our way back toward the X, toward a recoupage of that which
was never lost but only hidden, and there to take our self a full move away
from all the crippling god spell(ings)- away from all the dark metered
chants hovering round the throbbing heart of nature in its unthwartable
naturalnessings - -
ps what remains over apres deluge is of course for Will to Power to become
conscious of itself as itself and nothing besides, and to let no 'human'
being block it in its 'being', which here, as "human" being, this being is
really only an effect of this one Will and is not some copresentation or
even a signification or representation of an opposing primary in itself.
or to say, you have first to discern "who" or "what" is speaking, and
thusways naming "the things", insisting on their "to be" right which is the
right to be as they are - or rather, it is will to power that is naming
itself, for naming is a power which it possesses, a power that has the
power to empower itself through the subtleties inhering throughout the
wildfires of the spreading out of signs - - -
pss, tomorrow, like Godot, didn't come today, but it might come tomorrow,
or maybe the day after tomorrow (i'm workin it up, but i'm also in a slight
mode of recoupage for my.self, quit my job, went to the mountains today and
reveled in freedom, breathing spaces, a loaf of bread, a jug, etc.)
tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to
day, to the last syllable of recorded time; and all our yesterday's have
lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out out, brief candle, life's but a
shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and
then -- is heard no more. It is a tale, told by an idiot, full of sound and
fury, signifying - - - -
- - - - Nothing.
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