What if there was nothing at all?
True beauty just is, and exists before language, thought and technology.
We are bound by fear to our Objects and fantasies of Other and Self as much as by desire and there is a complex logical undercurrent and rationale to the ways that we (enigmatically) encrypt aversion into attraction and revulsion or death into fertility and life.
Broken things and imperfect people are often far more interesting than are complete and whole ones...
We find ourselves endlessly aspiring towards procedurally patterned symmetries of refinement in an iterated and accelerating aspiration towards beauty, knowledge and control.
Conflict and the means or methods of its execution lie at the center of all personal and (by extension or necessary inversion) collective history.
Do we fall in love with a person or do we fall in love with the idea of a person? We can never ever really get inside someone else's head, experience the world as they do and through their eyes, so we are surely only ever as much in love with who we think that…
A characteristically long and wordy waffle on the topic of human intelligence, the cognitive hyper-extension of technology, an iterative fracture of grand narrative into abbreviated artefacts, unconscious biases and a Global turn towards authoritarianism.
Afraid of the Darkness that the Other and the Unknown represent, we inscribe this upon ourselves, into ourselves.
If personal subjectivity is a reflection of an internalised concept of ownership and property, what happens if it turns out that neither individual identity nor notions of ownership are, beyond a very limited and historically or culturally contingent sense, actually real ?
Psychological deficits and emotional asymmetry may the price (or at least - the cost) of social, economic and cultural continuity.
Sequence and consistency are the orbital pivots of logic and truth...