Very truly I tell you, a time is coming and has now come when the dead will hear the voice of the Son of God and those who hear will live.
(John 5:25)
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What is getting archived!
That is not a question. It is once again an exclamation, with a somewhat suspended exclamation point because it is always difficult to know if it is getting archived, what is getting archived, how it is getting archived — the trace that arrives only to efface itself / only by effacing itself, beyond the alternative of presence and absence. It is not merely difficult to know this; it is strictly impossible, no doubt not because there is always more to be known but because it is not of the order of knowledge.
This is never a sufficient reason not to seek to know, as an Aufklarer — to know that it is getting archived, within what limits, and how, according to what detoured, surprising, or overdetermined paths.
(Jacques Derrida)
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It stirs and it stirs not; it is far, and likewise near. It is inside of all this, and it is outside of all this.
And he who beholds all beings in the Self, and the Self in all beings, he never turns away from it.
(Issa Upanishad)
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bringing to bear great micrological refinement; they call for constant attention to the paradoxes of archivation, to what psychoanalysis (which would not be just the theme of the object of this history but its interpretation) can tell us about these paradoxes of archivation, about its blanks, the efficacy of its details or its nonappearance, its capitalizing reserve or — but here we perhaps step beyond psychoanalysis — about the radical destruction of the archive, in ashes …
(Jacques Derrida)
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For the female spirits of the dead, pining in bonds of
religion,
Run from their fetters reddening, & in long drawn
arches sitting,
They feel the nerves of youth renew, and desires of an-
cient times
(William Blake)