It requires humility to acknowledge that your own ostensibly unique personality, conceptual vocabulary and social self-expression might be little more than a contingent recombinatory node of meaning in a dancing landscape of shifting patterns, linguistic fields, meanings and concepts.
Unconscious and unacknowledged, the true power of narrative lies in the self-propagating autonomy it expresses – above and beyond any putative human control. We do not own the stories and meanings through which we live so much as they own us but an essential dissimulation of reflexive psychological self-definition endlessly fails, and is foundationally unable, to recognise this fallacy.
None of us actually exist, at least not in the ways we generally believe that we do.
Taken out of context (or explicit authorial intent), anything can appear (or be construed as) false.
Given sufficient complexity, energy or information flow and time, the logical end-state of any particular process need not itself under analysis appear as though rationally derived or even substantively plausible.
Some truths and realities may just be monumentally and inconceivably vaster than human minds can ever comprehend…
Humanity and human life is not, could never be, the measure of all things beyond those metrics and structures we inscribe (like transient, flickering neon lights) upon the darkness of cosmic depth…
It seems that we require the constant validation of the simplest narrative building blocks and a recurrent reinforcement of superficial trivialities…
Attempting to keep track of the endlessly unfurling Baroque curlicues and relentlessly iterating patterned flows of information and interpreted or shifting meanings leaves little time for big-picture comprehension or analysis…
Should we be afraid that to discover that there is no intrinsic meaning to our dreams is also to unfurl some great banner of revelatory catharsis pronouncing our own essential non-existence ?
Axiomatic emptiness…
…we are living in an accelerating moment in which the sane and rational present paradigm might become the quaint or absurdly inconsistent (or at least incomplete) assumption of an earlier era…
Daedelus Kite 