failures of determination
by uzwi
Massive amounts of what happens to you will happen via invisible and/or unparsable causal chains. Much of life, you will never know it happened at all, let alone to you. Much of what happens around you you will never even notice. The search for causality–though causality is everywhere utterly present and dependable–means to welter around looking for explanations you can’t have, using epistemologies and ontologies that are at best provisional. Why waste time, especially in fiction. Let’s have some representation in fiction for everyone who, without knowing it, puzzles through their lives in what used to be called “a dream”. Because that is all of us. Solepsism, narcissism, self-involvement are the wrong words for it. They come loaded with the meaningless judgements of a past that thought parsable causality was not just a thing, but a thing you had a responsibility to consciously engage with; they thus suffer catastrophic failure when required to describe the act of wandering through thick fog in a country you have already failed to recognise as foreign in a condition of mild irritation because you’re thinking about something else.
wow! – me likes dats!… almost Buddhist or pre-Socratic in both its formulation and its profundity (if you’ll excuse the expression 😉 )
“Every generation throws a hero up the pop charts”, I always tended to interpret as: every generation selects a favoured character-type based on a value. We live in an age that, in valorising “agency”, lays across the individual’s shoulders one of the heaviest double-binds a culture can construct; glad I wasn’t born into it.
Life! But a dream within a dream…
I’m not sure it is a dream. But if your attempts to navigate it don’t feel like one, you may be making a serious error about what being awake actually is, or where & in what conditions it is carried out…
Mmm. I’m now reflecting upon en -vatted brains whereas I originally was inspired to reference Poe
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/52829/a-dream-within-a-dream.
But who knows where the caravanserai of reflection will lead?
The Belief exists beyond our comprehension of it as the truth shouldn’t be subject to copyright law. When the individual says what he is, he isolates and reduces what he isn’t to something foreign. Every act of identity takes from what isn’t ours and gives to ourselves as if we are trying to parent our own soul. You may like Soto school Zen-Buddhism. I apologize if my post isn’t much of a comment. More me thinking out loud on what you wrote.
Reality has always had too many heads.