‘‘Forget what ‘you’ think, what ‘you’ ‘know’ about ‘past histories’ of conflict or reasons for ‘world’ or ‘local’ joustings, intergenerational ‘strifes’, cross-cultural ‘battles’, ideological ‘warfares’, class-capital ‘distinctions’, gender ‘battles’, philosophical ‘opposing hypotheses’; if you ‘wish’ to discern the ‘real’ reasons for ‘their’ (‘they, them, the ‘unnamable’ only out of fear for the reciprocal-wrathful shibboleth) motives, inclinations, machinations, inner workings, hierarchical positionings, fiendish manipulations, crafty stealings and appropriations of ‘ideas, artifacts, goods, races, land’, bountiful materiality; & how to be aware of these ‘cyclic transformative forces’ that thought likes to play upon organisms through the space-time that we call ‘progression’ (Heh!) - consider this : 'all' these situations are mere instantiations, regressions, repetitions on a slightly variant theme not yet applied with bloodshed, malice or at least hatred to a subset-‘other’ inscribed on the boundary-veins of ‘human events’, ‘civilizations’ -what does this say about the standard of culture today? Where is the supposed ‘progression’ since millennia ago, since before the pre-Socratics even?!- these ‘conflicts’ are merely variations of prescribed, ‘carefully’ cultivated & ravaged by bloodshed DEFINITIONS ascribed to ‘being’/‘self’/‘I’/‘you’/‘she’/‘he’/‘they’/‘it’/‘we’/‘us’/‘them’/‘the other’/‘otherness’/‘unknown’; all questions & designations that no ‘singular person’ has ability nor ‘right’ to be able to ascribe these semantic-historical ‘is-ness’ sayings to (‘‘he/she/it’ is X race, gender, nationality, age, name, proponent of X theory/ideology, creator of X thing’’)—they are but culturally created FICTIONS that the most revealing aspects are that these ‘differences’ of signifier(s) inscribed by ‘mind’ are SOCIALLY CONSTRUCTED, reinforced in their apparent animosities, mere fightings over syntactical shades (eyes’ papier-’barrier’ to inverted irradial-beams: they burn, crumbled inchoate slush questioning ease of manufactured-frame 0’9M, primarily burial, no rites) of an illogical- glossolalia; oppositions desiring another, or even without one, a label, a definition(s)(‘‘lets recreate ‘ourselves’’), a participation in something, a some-body, some-thing rather than no prescription or ‘word association’.
What ‘is’ ‘the’ worst egregious pomposity ‘is’ that these word-labels are believed! ‘X is a totalitarian, fascist, female, male, white, black, mulatto, homo-hetero-bi-cis-trans-sexual-gender, age, name, job description (‘philosopher’), commun-capital-utopian-syndical-anarch-stat-positiv-negativi-femini—ist; loving, caring, hating, fearing, empath, sociopath, giving, taking, stealing, raping, speaking, creating, commenting, interpreting, telling, noting; real, other, phenomena, noumena, mind, body, subject, object, abject, colonizer, colonized, this, that, light, dark, 1, -1, up, down, left, right, weighty, weightless, gravity, suspension, free, moving, regression, progression, thing, item – these words, inadequate ‘descriptions’ emanating from the ‘logos’ are circulating thought-referent traces ‘reasoned’, ‘contemplated’, ‘deliberated’ as REALITY, despite that ‘we’ do not know anything outside the bounds of what human has created or touched! Lose these labels! Break ‘rosy’-promissory habitudes, disrupt sanguine-dependent chains! Negate predescribed ‘actuality’, contradict ‘certainties’! Don’t tell me their burdensome yoke has not created years (significances of magnitude exceeding appellation’s (un)considered judgements, time’s expectation’s challenged, quaked fabric-tears liquid-earth seeped, paired hypocrisies’ loving strife(s)) of grievance, tribulation, sadness, anger, frustration, helplessness, depression, anxiety, uncertainty-ever grasping an unreachable something that ‘is’ always promising the unrealizable promise in a distant ‘future’! A ‘vainglorious’ guarantee stacked above assumed indemonstrable conviction! More labels to be shed! And even ‘the’ word that refers is still a stubborn referral, a tranquil impediment to removal, cheating banishment through substitution! Let the hegemony of ‘the’ word, the application of that ‘because’, ‘something’, ‘it is’, the correspondence between sensation and pre-thought creating a ‘thing-object’, ‘object-of-thought’, that deceives the perceiver to think the perceived ‘is’ an ‘actuality’ – chameleonic word fabrications, delightfully fashionable sculptures for a foretold ‘beauty’, a believed alignment of unbridgeable 'antitheses' to each other in ‘self’ & ‘self’ in other -where not ‘simply’ the ‘concrete’-coupling(s) has/have collapsed, ‘it’/‘they’ do(es)n't 'exist'-, this infinitesimal byte of information, this snooty monosyllable, this pretentious glyph conjoining suffix/affix/prefix/-fix'es together referring to a connective connecting to X subsequent jumble-conjunctions assembling a word gathering a collected data string-strung along as chin-changing information layers conveyed through movement hacking and ruthlessly dismembering populations to who knows ? destination – precisely ‘a’ no final point ‘of becoming’/telos/eschaton/’the end’ or ‘rest’ from this incessant ‘striving’ as/through/by ‘mind’ circular circumvolutions for continual survival, protection from all-pervasive absurdity & 'omnipresent' meaninglessness!! Invective chaos! 'Speculative' entropy! Disaster! Exasperation of consciousness! -And people think they really desire or will reach immortality, heh. Death will either arise out of ‘nowhere’ when they are not looking, not seeing, barely observing, with blinded open duo-optical camera obscura(s), a screened surveillance record(ed) util(total)itarian -; or ‘it’ will emerge from their very spring of life ‘affirmation’, a gnawing-growing tiredness of an initially created joke! Eternal life! Ha! They couldn’t handle it.—so the babblings of the mass ‘discordant’ rabble continuously in incoherent unison contribute to what is called ‘the singular’ obliviously echoing a hallucination : to build, create, destroy, transform, reconstruct, fashioning these ‘things’ for the rest of its ‘existence’, meanwhile secretly, covertly in the blind-alleys of its ‘unconscious’ wishes maintaining this 'creative' function as mechanism to avoid perspicacious inquisitions towards, ruminations about, concentrated elocutive demandings directed laser-wise at ‘existence’, the Nothing 'being’ shies away from! Building the sand castle, ‘becoming’ agitated at its ‘completion’, calling the waves to reduce it to dust before reshaping it again with minor deviation… is the potter evolution, or what is called ‘god’? Or do they amount to the same thing? A wave. Yes. Heh.
But ‘of course’, an undoubted dénouement – there were (are) no ears to listen -which ‘is’ not their function, rather to recollect mental noise reverberation ‘shocks’ re-mo(l)deled (grab some blunted-solder, for parts/elements are always ‘interchangeable’, disposable, a temporary trash-clusterfuck toy-bricolage) blank-state ‘ ’ hallucinogenic preservation(s) -, and the performance-cast humankind will be ‘quietly’ furnishing its corpus-biography to the ‘Genealogy of Humanitas’ (ah, those pesky classicists still needlessly shouldering columns to a Hellenism destroyed wholesome in 'self'-disgust 2500 years earlier! Did they not hear the unconcerned emperor’s lyre-song praising ‘graceful’ burning failure; eulogistic-celebrations to farcical-vengeances, power-unequal brutalities & ‘self’-serving malevolent prejudices of communicative relations implied in the very speech act; the strum of the plectrum-dagger, with ‘this glorified town burns at my hands’ - plunging existential retribution irrevocably into flesh, forever and for all time preceding, breaking the weak, emaciated...? The reverberations of these imminent-uprisings; tapping, draining, pounding upon the walls of their perception had inclined to any other species or residing creature of these terrene planes the immediacy of flight many years before, vaulting over each other to the most remote regions of the earth -some driven insane, suicidal, hearing thoughts that were ‘real’ but operated at a level of presence where only feeble mutual interwoven cryptic-signals were possible, some (such as the opal parakeet) thought it the voice of a divine figure; it was, albeit a hostile one―other fearless sparrows, not ones for fluffing their bodies like the other birds; – most-appropriately the haughty extravagant plump-pretentiousness of the peacock; left stranded, incapable of flying, piggish, stupefied by fellow-peacock praise, asperously un-streamlined, first to succumb; after the repulsive ‘fluff-bird’ – in fleeing this great fear (that of fear ‘itself’, an unascertainable foreseeable reprisal from a ‘being’ they did not know, singly cohabited with out of bodily-frailty & wishing no harm towards; regrettably these feelings were not reciprocal – this is a reason they) ‘mistook’ etna for a destination safeguarding deliverance from -‘the poet’ regretfully sighs at this recollection, a displaced ‘spirit’s’ murmurings--; its violent stirrings had remarked their schemes in the furthest, deepest, familiar shroud, the never-slumbering maw of ‘humanity’).
Heh; even the ‘lowly’ pigeon (‘fluff-bird’) – what ‘is’ accepted-regarded vulgar spreads slimy-‘com(a)radery’ (‘waking sleep’ a failed aborted-metaphor located everywhere no distinction prevails from anaesthetized operator-operatee jointly), infecting bodily organs of others, a mechanized thought-suppression/immunosuppressant, ‘on account’ of vulgarities ‘immanent’ raw-‘amor fati’ excess (that of ‘their’ chosen -schauung remember; inducing which prescience anticipates as third poppy, field sans flowers sans poppies sans fields sans -imagined- grounding sans everything – civil(latin)ization’s (at border betwixt what ‘is’ judged civil and ‘what is’ (iz), ‘where’ resides ‘the’ closest-courtesy, affection? – (l)only ignorant-injured ‘discontent(ee)s’ manifest as nescient skeletal -juste this, carcass of corinths (no deserved capital(ism/ization)) ‘ illuminated shadows’- ‘conditional’ phantoms ‘we now’ haplessly play with – N, ‘the’ leigonn(air)e of Z(ero), restless happenstance-etymon (of subsequent retroactive etymology AD, departed crowns) of inner-pointed implosive present (in CE) destruction, ‘commander de la patrie’—was ‘right’ to ignite ‘loca(u)tionary’ ‘truth’ in aural-inferno(s),-0-9 circles thoroughly consummate proxima 20th’, proceed to funeral(s’)) ‘necessary’ dialectical victims, M could not ‘peacefully rest’, periods as bullets prevented saying-with-thought ‘goodbye’ & acknowledging-as-‘existent’ epitaph – recall a second time for a first mistake never ‘known’ or forgotten?!, bygone thoughts–)sparing ‘nothing more’ – granted a mediocre death, spared before the ramping-in-tension severity had begun in any grudgeful mannerism, spiteful defeatism (at ‘itself!’) or spiritual bankruptcy; before unleashed on homo, no ecce! What does ‘intelligence’ function for at this hour of the clock broken by time while (‘I’ was told) purportedly ‘human’ competing voices rail frenzily for the ‘last’ authoritative ruling, the ‘final’ attentive remark, the ‘penultimate’ foreboding sentence full of ‘sagacious’ propriety, a faithful pledge to ‘historicity’, the exquisite play on words, or eloquent expression with ‘attentive touch’— And yet if anything resembling an ‘end’ was to occur for the 'human species', 'we' already know what 'it' would consist of. Hear, let ‘me’ save you -DNA sensation or cognizance?- the distress of recollecting or encumbered affliction from having to wearily travel through unforeseeable 'time' to the ‘last’ ever circulation of thought, disclosed verbally or not, written on corporeal medium or aether, biological or plasticine-amorphous, adored-technical or luddite-functional, xeno-faithful traditionalist ‘government’ or anarcho-quasi-horizontal, the ever awaited moment hence ultimate culminatory social-behavioral idée fixe in futurity! ‘I’, non-’I’, non-’being’, a proponent of the reduction of partisanship or ego; experiencer of the 21st centuries catastrophies in name of population reduction, creation of a capital-genetic superclass owning-obtaining-wielding digital-technologies, ‘blockchain’, IOT, whilst encouraging ethnic & national warfare for the disenfranchised subalterns, the destructive drone assassinations, mass-shootings, rags-triggering -a sole bullet for the sol(e)-los(t)- credit score(s); but most of all the bottled, enclosed manifest pain of the collective species that ruptures ‘civilization’ at opportune moments when tension cannot be tolerated for this one ‘singular being’; have hereby witnessed from the future, and will relieve you of your desires for orgasmic-protective ‘transcendent’ tomorrow at this moment! The conclusive word-inscription, its epitaph, that ‘humanitas’ articulates will be… a full-stop! Or the gasp, or the cry, exclamation, groan, snore, drone, chortle, laugh; it doesn’t matter! What can really be said that adequately with validity or honesty justify these grooves of co-created conflict in relation to ‘our history’? ‘They all’ connote-signify ‘the’ ‘full’-stop through conveyance, the profoundest apology that is never ‘enough’ to encapsulate or describe its intense-’spirit’, the nucleic ‘end’-point returning -ashamed, deceived, certain to forswear; like a helpless-despondent pilgrim painfully repudiating a faith unrequited – to the ‘Nothing’ from which the expansionary-force ‘we’ came! Heh!’’ {Cosmos(es) convulsively laugh(s), a rampant-raging effluence indomitable to sensible opinion, feeling or temperament -flood-clouds submerging ephemeral ochre-; semi-agitated at ‘its’ unwavering recalcitrance, though heartily held in beaming-abeyance to ‘itself’}—and if you had listened you would know it wasn’t the universe ‘speaking’! Ha!
229—‘The’ book-oeuvre of ‘humanity’ closes, and disregarding attention to removed faithfulness by transcribing an interpreted ‘truth’ of events [‘although always inadequate to the ‘intrusive real’ that history or experience ‘itself’ attempts to ‘bring to memory’’]; ‘the’ translator of ‘humanitas’ ‘ ’ cannot but uncontrollably mutter in eulogistic-thought a trembling: Lo! As ‘something’ resembling a droplet inscribed upon a still-vulnerable representative cheek falls. {End-Point}.
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