“The thermodynamic depth of an object tells us that it has a history. Something happened to it that brought it out of a state it could maintain by itself, whether this state was trivial and motionless order or total chaos about which there was no more to be said than the temperature that characterized it…depth is a measure of how many surprises the object has been subjected to in its history. Depth shows that something has interacted with the world. It has changed, but it is still itself; out of balance, but not out of itself. It has known surprises in its time. But it is still here. It has marked the world, and the world has marked it.” (Tor Norretranders, The User Illusion)
Monthly Archives: October 2009
After all, like the queen said, it’s a poor sort of memory that only works backwards.
As if you could kill time, without injuring eternity.
I miss Walden pond!
a lie=the negation of passion
Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.
“In her trembling hand she took the new born terror, howling.”
*** tends to react against political disorder because he is concerned with the deep basic religious experience, the deepest sources of life; transient politics are insignificant to him… Joachim Wach
“So far as you are concerned ‘life’ is a verb of two voices, active, to do, and passive, to dream. Others believe doing to be only a kind of dreaming. Still others have discovered (in a mirror surrounded with mirrors) something harder than silence but softer than falling: the third voice of ‘life’ which believes itself and which cannot mean because it is.” from the play him by e.e. cummings
Re-read The Zahir, a short story from Borges’ labyrinths, and stopped again by that phrase, which is supposed to have been overheard, and used to signify madness or saintliness. The text reads “He was informed that the reference was to a magic tiger which was the ruin of whoever beheld it, even from far away, since the beholder continued to think about it to the end of his days..” It goes on to give details of specific hauntings, referring to the apparition as “a kind of infinite Tiger.” Speaking of his personal haunting, involving the Zahir, Borges explains how the condition has only worsened with time, and states: “There was a time when I could visualize the obverse, and then the reverse. Now I see them simultaneously.” He considers the blurring of dreams and reality, and asks when all on earth think, day and night of (insert your Tiger here), which will be a dream and which a reality-the earth or (T—)…