Seeking complete and consistent explanations, descriptions or theoretical frameworks in any context is always already founded upon an assumption that such intelligibility, completeness and consistency actually and foundationally exists in the world.
I do not think we should be at all surprised by the revelation that cultural processes and psychological processes, that depth and complexity on both ends of this interdependent spectrum are effectively two ends of the same waveform.
It is particularly apparent in art and design that cultural evolution and its associated historical development and metamorphosis consists of a fundamentally incomplete logical system of complex, open and creative self-reference.
Should we be so surprised to discover that the ways in which culture functions and processes information are also, and fundamentally, the functions and essential reasons, rationale or purposes of that culture ? #recursion
You are that necessary discontinuity and unmeasurably irrational component in a complex system of logic and measurement. The system of culture and communication requires paradoxical pressure-release valves and that is what we all are. We are also choice-making decision-engines: batteries and resources of difference and creativity or innovation which breathe life and spontaneity into what would otherwise become an untenably fragile self-perpetuating global organisational system.
A love story. With zombies.
Even a mature narrative of impermanence and endemic metamorphosis can sometimes be little more than an existential security blanket…
Finding ourselves not so much imprisoned as set free by a shadowy and indistinct world of probability, complexity and uncertainty is in some way strangely comforting…
Topical hypothesis: a simple flower is naturally sincere (and profound) in a way no words can ever truly depict. I can not capture such authenticity but words can still (enigmatically) manage to successfully render my failure to do so; I wonder what this says about words, about communication and about minds. The Object of fascination […]
A simple creature, bound within a temporal stream as we are, finds itself living a rich symbolic life supported by myriad narrative inventions, of beginnings and notional teleologies and idealised (or ideological) end-states
There is in essence no true “outside” or inalienable “counter” culture; everything exists on some interior surface, warped and twisted back upon and through itself…
…most of us blunder our way through the world (at least, but not solely – emotionally) from one disaster to another. We seek that Other that is only ever going to be superficially “right” for us because at some deep level of awareness we know that our very essential nature and psychological being requires dissonance and discontinuity to continue to exist…
Daedelus Kite 