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‘I’ and ‘Now’ are deeply related

The twin troublesome concepts of the ‘I’ and the ‘now’ are deeply interlinked.  Both commit the same error of the infinitesimal.  They cannot be infinitesimal concepts.  As we understand one better, so too the other will change in meaning.  Physics and dynamics just shows us how deeply weird the ‘now’ is.  The weirdness of the ‘I’ is becoming apparent too.  Entertain guests at dinner parties by alternating between talking about the space-time continuum and the I-Now-Infinitesimal.

Reconciling our singular and collective selves

It is hard for us to acknowledge the reality of our collective nature.  One big problem with this is that we have developed a morality based entirely on the individual.  This in turn gets some all too willing reinforcement from a subservient psychology.  How might we shift towards a more balanced sense of self?  Morality is not ready to be upturned yet.  Pictures of starving children waiting to be adopted (Hello, Sambo) are still crowd pleasers.  Learn to distance ourselves a little bit from vision.  Vision misleads.  It has a necessary center.  We don’t.

Dynamics and science and poetry

We have made progress in science.  We have learned to look at change.  This is true across the board.  Except perhaps in the symmetries of physics.  The theory of the evolution of species was learning to recognize identity as it changes over time.  That is still wrecking our heads.  Are tunes part of us?  Things that describe us remain tantalizingly aloof.  We cling to the desired boundaries of species, wanting to know our place in things.  All the while, we are things.  This is the core of gnostic madness.  And I associate it with madness: we should develop a vocabulary to talk about it.  But the language in which change is written is not a made up language.  It is revealed to us through dynamics.  Only so do we see the regularities: the way one thing changes to another.  There are no things.  Ecological psychology knows this.  Not many others do.

From Genesis P Orridge

“It’s not about gender,” P-Orridge explains. “Some
feel like a man trapped in a woman’s body, others
like a woman trapped in a man’s body. The pandrogyne
says, I just feel trapped in a body. The body is
simply the suitcase that carries us around.
Pandrogyny is all about the mind, consciousness.”