The Death of Writing
How subtle pragmatics dismantle mountains
It is true that there is a word among words made of love. I speak from that word today.
That is spirit wisdom logic and its working. Time to touch the ceiling. Turns out it’s a roundabout situational dramatic contract law dispute and the ends are easy over anyway.
Who has thought about the death of writing? Some day soon if we make it past this bit we will have a means of thought-make-happen magic that will move mountains with a mind. We might actually return to oralacy as a species which could be ooooooh kinds of interesting.
Because here’s the thing.
I was a teacher helping six year olds how to write, to make the shapes and loops and swoops and dots and slides. Now, half the time we are caught between two worlds. We teach children many ways to mean. They get their words right but they do them two-fold doubled up.
Untangle your own loop. Oh, Yeah!
So the way I try to work is i sit as still as I can and that means even closing one eye so that i am as asolutely as possible as close to the moment as I can be. It is the consciousness saying, it is the left part of my brain, it is the wild delirium about the space.
https://www.health.harvard.edu/blog/right-brainleft-brain-right-2017082512222
What was written was wrong and it’s time to move on.
We are pragmatic ecstatics.
One day the thought-make-think-happen might find a way (that’s us by the way) might find a way to speak true from me to you. That is to say that we are all sat so close to our screens that it is inevitable we will find a way to collide the digital divide. With the help of our electrics (the jar of computer chips in my bedroom as a child) we can find pathways for mutual mega meaning. Sorry! Did you forget about the Legend of Ozymandius?!
The rapid accelerator is already happening and we are changing so quickly in what it means to be human do you realise you personally might know more than most people in history, just in virtue of having had your moment now, instead of then?
The rapid accelarator is making space for NEW IDEAS.
Psyche manifest destiny.
One day happenstance pragmatics may create such a wave of NEW IDEAS because right now we run two ways in the dark but maybe one day then we will be dreamers again and instead of a realm where we do ‘not need names’, as Rilke suggests, we can inhabit a realm that does ‘not need words’ instead. Our names are the way we dance. We know each other by our many movements. If you have the words at the beginning you are putting the story before the dance. You are telling the image what it is.
That is not right.
The dance happens as the sun is born. The story happens after when the winter comes.
We are disconnected from reality because we believe there is another being entirely. It is nonsense.
Do not let anyone tell you that the WORD came before the act. Thought thiefs would blunder their way through our imagination reliquairies and change the NAMES of things to hide the truth.
Once upon a time there was a happening, and after a happening a something, which was the story of the thing. They go around together, the twice born imaginal things, and be being being being. It’s a magical loop.
W'e’v’e’’e’a’c’h’’g’o’t’’o’n’e’’i’n’s’i’d’e’’o’f’’u’s’’.
They say and say that it ain’t happened till it’s happened twice it is the twice made real that makes something really real.
Now that you know this let’s get back to the story.
If things happened twice are real things and we agree the two things happening are act and story. The event happens and everyone talks about it. Get it?
But WORD is different they are maybe our first technology? The first indigenous idea to conscious thought or something. Words signify, dear Ludwig would show us there, then there. Exactly! Before WORD there was only happening or something? Like happening was happening but it wasn’t something because no-one had told it what it was yet. So things were real back then in the before before but they weren’t really real in a human sense because we can’t speak of it directly. Pre-eternal covenants or some shit.
So WORD is good because WORD makes sense then sense makes sentence and then we are talking.
And now we are talking we are learning because we’re growing but we haven’t yet remembered so we’re losing learning fast.
Make WORD and you have a sign. Sign show. Story is sign on sign on sign. Following the journey and saying what you see.
Myth is the multi-cluster memory of story on story on story. Myth helped us keep our heads, like Montag knowing that there is a time to be born and a time to die.
We will talk of WORD and the infinite labyrinth above again.
‘Don’t think, look!’
I.E.
Before WORD is DO.
Before heaven was hell.
Before above there was below.
Dirt and birch work.
If DO is before WORD then in the beginning was not the WORD but was DO actually.
The opposite of WORD and GOD is
REALITY and TRUTH.
In the beginning was the beginning thing and it was not idea it was this living world.
Jeffers said that Ocean learned her slow unquiet strength from Fire like us. Masauwu welcomes us late comers in to this world.
God is a human idea and we know this because his son is a human. It would be so great to think that we could have known in that rare moment some 2000 years ago the whole story of the world and it’s meanings and purposes but we couldn’t. We didn’t.
The dance at the heart of being has been being since long before idea meanings joined in. Super structures beyond our knowing sound appealing to a burgeoning species trying to make sense of bitter bloodshed. ‘Surely my life means more than this?’ says the monkey brain trying to survive.
If you do not know this, know this:
YOUR BRAIN IS LYING TO YOU.
THERE IS NO UNIFIED CONSCIOUSNESS THERE IS CHAOS AND ORDER AND A LOT MORE.
Even in the sound ‘OHM’ I hear ‘O’ and ‘H’ and ‘M’. We are polytropic people. You cannot make meaning with single sounds. You need chords to move hearts. We are many sounds at once with a set of captains singing the same song to confuse us and make it sound the same. Ordering our thoughts to make sense.
As above so below they say so the order in our minds we extend outside expecting someone to be ordering the world like we order our own multiplicities.
Except it’s a lie told to keep the brain’s operating system intact.
Doesn’t it make more sense to think that the brain has ways of managing the frankly manic stream of information coming from reality into central processing? How else do we survive? We learn to parse, and separate, making sense to account for all the random happenings occuring.
Haven’t you noticed how laughter cuts the impossible before it wrecks your head?
We know something like executive function is likely happening. We have post-production upstairs making stories out of sense data. It makes sense that our socio-processing empathetic delight matrixes have someone in charge. To pull the reigns of the horses pulling the chariot, as the Greeks used to say.
It makes sense for us saying ‘Same, Same!’ in phonics class to be pattern seeking meaning making machines string along likes like everything is connected to make sense of the subtle monstrosities raging at the edge of the light. It makes sense to sense that some great charioteer is holding the reigns around us, that everything happens for a reason, that things just turn out in the end. As if that wasn’t the story we were telling ourselves to sew up the wounds from grief and pain, the loss and forgetting. The salt in our speech.
The story heals the land and the listener. It paves over painful reality with something more sensible (easier to understand). Be careful when a story has healed your heart - The Ice Palace awaits the ones who wrap themselves away in WORD. It is divine madness. No good.
Ludwig said that one cog alone is not a part of the machine. Remember as well that two alone are no good. Two must always take place in a space which is the three to make sense. Two is a conversation in the dark and three makes meaning make history. If purity of heart is to will one thing it must be willing it inside a living world around it. One, two, three. Like this…
The third space is the imaginal realm. The idea space where reality and thought make-up meet. It is the only metaphysics.
The reason I am telling you all of this is to do with the Death of Writing. It is interesting to me to imagine just what may happen when we return by going forward to a new orality. Where the thought-fox is able to make a name for itself without relying on central intelligence for approval. Somewhere forward is the possibility for humanity to not need words. To make sense make sense with meaning. To say, and not signify, like the Crow.
With our hands free we can ACT and DO while we make WORDS in reality.
Super-structure meta-meanings.
I will speak the ACT straight to the story again.
I come dressed as the Morningstar//Lightbringer, as the son hurt so far into orphan wisdom. Nietszche was right and we’ve got to get on with being kind to each other. That’s it.
There are no passengers on this ship! If you haven’t got the coin let it be the gold on your tongue instead.
Thanks friends.
Found the coin?