Forgotten Old Ramble About Philosophy (Crystallization)
Human beings are born of and as pure potential and openness, yet die as the pure fact of closing such potentials into corporeal history; life is neither the born or dead but the state of being entwined with and between the pull of the two. Death here becomes not only the single end of a particular organism but the principle that stops any drive to openness at a given moment into a determinate status of configuration. Birth is the aforementioned openness to discongeal any such determinate status into an outpouring of spontaneous genesis. Life ceases when a being is taken out of this tenuous juggle of the two pulls of birth’s potentiality and death’s actuality into the extreme of either endless disconnected manifestations or the once and for all event of crystalized destruction. Now obviously as all determinate and indeterminate beings are also a mix of transformation with stagnation and human beings are a complex of such biological, social, and psychological beings the death of one aspect of our being may be the birth of many others visa versa and everywhere in between. So the consideration of the “life” which is nothing but this fine mastery of the two pulls will depend on the particular life of which being(s) we are talking of. The death of a single psychological being may be the birth of an entire socio-political being, yet the birth of said socio-political being may bring to death many biological beings into a determinate stratified culture homogenizing their configuration. Yet the psychological beings configured to these determinate dead forms could themselves spark new forms of birth, from pieces of this determinate field of bodies and noises into the flourishing multiplicity of artistic beings. Art pieces are an interesting model for a being of healthy life as they are crystallized into the death of a particular ensemble of matters and movements into one ‘object” or “performance” for example, yet they are also interpreted by the spontaneous encounter of the audience which continually births the art piece into presence. Of course these encounters can be returned to crystallizing the art’s manifestation into predictable patterns of miniature death, yet in turn as these returns occur the art piece itself is torn asunder by the manifestations of both natural and socio-political history. Art pieces thus survive in this constant swinging between open manifestations and closed paths and interpretations. Art when too open dissolves into the atmosphere surrounding it and its potential of birth becomes the world’s leaving no determinacy intact to speak of. Yet art if not given room to be penetrated by external manifestation or its own weary materiality determines itself into an isolated moment which without the manifestation to realize the flows of its ensembles such a moment will simply freeze into a nameless atom which devoured the manifestations which birthed it into the shadow of the author’s violent will. A human being is put in the unique position of living inside this very dynamic process of artistic being from both the perspective of piece and spectator(s) united in a living intra and exo determined whole. Events manifest to us and we interpret them into dead forms, yet we re-manifest these dead psychological beings back into our own lives in the gaps between their determination where we present the ensemble to the winds of new manifestation. These manifestations are slowed down themselves in the assault of our determinate memories which bleed from the corpse of an initial event into a stream of intelligible rivers of temporal flow which quiet and bring form to the wild eruption of external happenings. Wild potentialities are swallowed into the shadows of deathly artisanal forms, yet said deathly forms rustle themselves and the events they swallow out of stasis by the overflow of manifestations that cannot be contained in such shallow graves and threaten to manifest a thousand zombies from said graves in their otherworldly and magical light.