Two alternatives: either to make oneself infinitesimally small, or to be so. The former is perfection and hence inaction; the latter a beginning and therefore action.
These words were crossed out by Kafka.
These words were crossed out by Kafka.
That must be the third alternative. To perform erasure but to leave a trace. All the sudden one is able to fathom the infinite; the next possibility by negation; and immediately you can also make your words so insignificant that it hurts to hear your own silence thereafter. How is it that we have so much to say without being able to truly touch the hearts of yours and theirs? We talk an awful lot. We also write an awful lot. I think I should end my words after this full stop.
Another alternative: by letting linearity take its course. The future can be what it is supposed to be and there is absolutely nothing we can do that would allow us to ignore this certainty. I walk finitely towards that end of my human consciousness, eventually. That certainty is actually extremely settling. What unsettles me is that we can't simply say that there is a full stop and we just leave this human world in peace. Eternity, in my opinion is a more scary prospect. I constantly negotiate this trembling speculation with the certainty of my death and find myself in limbo, sometimes safe, sometimes weary, something scary. But all in all, I am at peace with my attempts to hail my own names into a myraid of performances that would die their multiple deaths and subvert, rather futile though, the certain end of my human life. What I am not at peace with is the call to eternity, whether it is eternal damnation or eternal glory, I am nonplussed by the limitation of choices. Perhaps, that is my free will: the prospect of erasing the boundaries of judgments with boundaries of erasure. We can certainly be uncertain because every law and word can be erased by a simple line - of faith.
I suppose that is what it means to erase. Faith. You erase what came before without allowing its full disappearance to occur. You keep in mind of your earlier mis-spelling, -writing and allow the negation (that is grace) to take over. I think that is why every human construct can be deconstructed via faith. It negates without letting go. It is not complacent. It is more than just Kierkegaardian either/or but a Kafkalesque negation. You don't forget the words entirely. You don't forget your laws entirely. You suspend the laws and you say:
It matters and it does not matter.
It's there and it's not there.
Of course, the negation is extremely prominent.
But there is an affect after erasure that makes possible the trace to push us forward towards eternity, and yet not quite there yet.
I wouldn't mind eternity. Repetition is impossible.
So don't tell me that I don't know love. It is precisely because I know love that is why I constantly die, with each negation of what I am.
I seriously think the straight linear line of faith is an extremely massive force.
Think about it and you will realise how deadly and sacrificial this love is.
Another alternative: by letting linearity take its course. The future can be what it is supposed to be and there is absolutely nothing we can do that would allow us to ignore this certainty. I walk finitely towards that end of my human consciousness, eventually. That certainty is actually extremely settling. What unsettles me is that we can't simply say that there is a full stop and we just leave this human world in peace. Eternity, in my opinion is a more scary prospect. I constantly negotiate this trembling speculation with the certainty of my death and find myself in limbo, sometimes safe, sometimes weary, something scary. But all in all, I am at peace with my attempts to hail my own names into a myraid of performances that would die their multiple deaths and subvert, rather futile though, the certain end of my human life. What I am not at peace with is the call to eternity, whether it is eternal damnation or eternal glory, I am nonplussed by the limitation of choices. Perhaps, that is my free will: the prospect of erasing the boundaries of judgments with boundaries of erasure. We can certainly be uncertain because every law and word can be erased by a simple line - of faith.
I suppose that is what it means to erase. Faith. You erase what came before without allowing its full disappearance to occur. You keep in mind of your earlier mis-spelling, -writing and allow the negation (that is grace) to take over. I think that is why every human construct can be deconstructed via faith. It negates without letting go. It is not complacent. It is more than just Kierkegaardian either/or but a Kafkalesque negation. You don't forget the words entirely. You don't forget your laws entirely. You suspend the laws and you say:
It matters and it does not matter.
It's there and it's not there.
Of course, the negation is extremely prominent.
But there is an affect after erasure that makes possible the trace to push us forward towards eternity, and yet not quite there yet.
I wouldn't mind eternity. Repetition is impossible.
So don't tell me that I don't know love. It is precisely because I know love that is why I constantly die, with each negation of what I am.
I seriously think the straight linear line of faith is an extremely massive force.
Think about it and you will realise how deadly and sacrificial this love is.
You deny yourself that others may live.
The full stop is impossible because,
HEISCOMING
The full stop is impossible because,
HEISCOMING
There are no full stops in Hebrew.
So the stop of stops we can think of is a term repetition, only that we now seem to forget,
how the voice of love and faith were, tainted very very by the images and bastards of today.
No more of more talking please please.
words of words fail us.
So the stop of stops we can think of is a term repetition, only that we now seem to forget,
how the voice of love and faith were, tainted very very by the images and bastards of today.
No more of more talking please please.
words of words fail us.
The comma is possible, because,
she is here,
in the present,
she is here,
in the present,
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