Know the personal,
yet keep to the impersonal:
accept the world as it is.
If you accept the world,
the Tao will be luminous inside you
and you will return to your primal self.
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The world is formed from the void,
like utensils from a block of wood.
The Master knows the utensils,
yet keeps to the block:
thus she can use all things.
a water and fire , some suggestion of what is in reserve and what is moving, images outside of form, outside of purpose (?) , something like the writing that proceeds accordingly, a magical juxtaposition of blank spaces and graphic pluralities, plucked and handled with delicate fingers. there was a question of what “style” might be attempted. Derrida’s circumfessions may be a suggestion (The Post Card’s Beyond …), but it is also the energy, the forces, which multiply and magnify between each of these quotations that somehow “come” to us (in diverse comparison, concert and companionship). .
with a recent (the first?) quotation from Nietzsche inside of Scriptures 2013 I was awakened again in a strange way.: “Every single time something is done with a purpose in view, something fundamentally different and other occurs.” now this came in ironic concert with a few other quotations which may find themselves here but one stretches the imagination to guess at what point. it is something of a companion text, created in 2013, that represents something else/other. If there is a coordination involved it escapes one’s conscious control/awareness. of course, that’s always been too easy.
water and fire: something spins from this arrangement of images represented in the translated form(s). something is called for. we’re not quite there yet. which is to say, there is a movement of conscious and unconscious forces at work/play. And (while) we return to some of the figures/signature which gave birth to these frames/styles something emerges from the force “behind” the eyes/visions and “below” the sounds/vibrations.
“Abraham looked up and there in a thicket he saw a ram caught by its horns. He went over and took the ram and sacrificed it as a burnt offering instead of his son. So Abraham called that place The Lord Will Provide. And to this day it is said ‘On the mountain of the Lord it will be provided’. (Genesis 22:13-14)”
“… of Mount Moriah, over the ‘here I am’ of Abraham or of Ibrahim before the extreme ‘sacrifice’ demanded of him, the absolute offering of the beloved son, the demanded putting-to-death or death given to the unique descendant, repetition suspended on the eve of Passion. (Derrida)”
” ‘First let the children eat all they want’, he told her, ‘ for it is not right to take the children’s bread and toss it to their dogs.’ ‘Yes, Lord’, she replied, ‘ but even the dogs under the table eat the children’s crumbs.’ Then he told her, For such a reply, you may go; the demon has left your daughter.’ She went home and found her child lying in bed, and the demon gone. (Mark 7:28-30)”
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As an image, it is fire
Fire has no definite form
but clings to the burning object
and thus is bright
nature in its radiance
I have been seeking myself in a sentence, yes, I, and since a circumbygone period at the end of which I would say I and which would, finally, have the form, my language, another, of what I have turned around, from one periphrasis to the next, knowing that it took place but never, according to the strange turn of the event of nothing, what can be got around or not which comes back to me without ever having taken place, I call it circumcision, see the blood but also what comes, cauterization, coagulation or not, strictly contain the outpouring of circumcision, one circumcision, mine, the only one, rather than circumnavigation or circumference, although the unforgettable circumcision has carried me to the place I had to go to, and circumfession if I want to say and so something of an avowal without truth turning around itself, an avowal without “hymn” (hymnology) and without “virtue” (aretalogy), without managing to close itself on its possibility, unsealing abandoning the circle open, wandering on the periphery, taking the pulse of an encircling phrase, the pulsion of the paragraph which never circumpletes itself, as long as the blood, what I call thus and thus call, continues its venue in its vein. (13-15) markaforshee.wordpress.com
In this world only the play of artists and children exhibits becoming and passing away, building and destroying, without any moral additive, in forever equal innocence. And as artists and children play, so plays the ever-living fire, building up and destroying, in innocence. Such is the game that the aeon plays with itself. It builds towers of sand like a child at the seashore, piling them up and trampling them down. From time to time it starts the game anew. A moment of satiety, and again it is seized by its need, as the artist is seized by the need to create. Not hybris but the ever-newly-awakened impulse to play calls new worlds into being.
(Philosophy in the Tragic Age of the Greeks 7, P. 62)
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above: The Receptive , Earth
below: The Abysmal , Water
the ground water stored up in the earth
Good fortune without blame
this discipline must not be achieved by force. It requires a strong man who captures the hearts of the people and awakens their enthusiasm.
If justice and perseverance are the basis of action, all goes well.
In the middle of the earth is water
generosity toward the people
a people living under a mild rule becomes strong and powerful.
improving the economic condition of the people
A just and valid cause must exist.
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