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ANATOMICAL

VISUALOGIC

JOHN WILLIAM BELL


THE TYPICAL DUALITY OF OCULAR SOPHISTICATION PROMOTES A GENERAL NOTION OF MUTUALLY EXCLUSIVE LOGISTICS THAT ARE INCORPORATING BINARY TRANSITION MODELS OF COMMUNICATION THROUGH EXPERIENTIAL CAPACITIES. Given that the only binary-nervosa presented bodily is the ocular organ in its cooperation, one can assume without much medical scholarship that the central concordance of this anatomic feature is in its evaluation and communication of lightsignatures received as an abstraction of intentional topoi. WHEN THE EYE BECOMES EYES. AND THE IMAGE BECOMES IMAGE. YOU HAVE ENTERED THE KINGDOM This indication of multiplied resemblance, from the anatomic to the experiential, indicates the vastly enlarged conceptual comforts of a disorganized figure of the body. As the ruptures with locatable experience coordinates continues in the somatic frequency, A subjectivization begins to encounter the transforms of their critical-anatomy to a greater and more ambiguous extent. This crucifluxation of traditional interpretations of the sensible, merged with an expansive tenacity of erogenetic prowess compels the subject towards further courageousness in the face of a discredited tactic of terror and violence. We can expect a reevaluation of the enjoyment factor as the game of Life becomes treated as sport as opposed to recreation, not in terms of competition but or ardor and the labor of love. THE ADDITIONAL CARA What is a friend? Someone who loves you? Someone whom you enjoy but do not torment as is protocol for the common and traditional enmeshment of emotional progresses we

call a relationship. What is a best friend? That is simple: A best friend is the person you enjoy the most who torments you the least. What are friends supposed to do for oneanother? Care for one-another, which means to look after one-another, make each other feel better, share clothes and perform favors without being bothered to, forgiving one-another constantly, helping one-another grow. The Cara, the friend, is a metaphysical principle perhaps the only one- it transcends commentary on gender relations and preserves the exclusivity of the holy family while displacing the phallogicality of the eternal-paternal implications corresponding this unitary production of equi-valent Love-Lifes. Without a Cara, a Person is alone; merely a member an abstract distribution of the functional sociology, a machinic indice to promote the advancement of higher orders in the relative cosmology of Lifes purpose and pronunciation. It must be made clear, to conclude, that a Cara is earned through the heroics of death as deaths very possibility opening onto an eternality and consummation of suffering. A Cara is always worth her/his weight in suffering and sacrifice to the mutual project of trans-personal enterprise and a celebration of teamwork and dedication to the score they have won in an endless game of Beauty Beyond Death. DEDICATION OF THE HECATOMB Why have I done all this? Has it been a selfish attempt at an ultimate perfection? Or has it been a gift, a most selfish gift to a most selfish self. Once as a child, for my first memory, there was a being there in the wash-tub all and alone with the fantasies of an isolated eternity full of an impossible death, and there, with myself as another, a smaller one, a smaller one of myself, I was wondering when we would meet there together, and I was waiting for my smaller myself to grow so that when we did meet I was wondering how long I would wait. Why should one have only a Self? Or a Sex? Or a Life? Who said it was impossible or unadvisable to have two or more than two? I would never want to Be alone, and I very much dislike other people for the most part. But all is well, We cannot do everything ourselves now can we? Can We? Then there was the movie occasionally on the television sometimes called Dolphin Island about a marooned set of siblings, two of them. A wonder that was ever produced considering its content! I have no more desire to analyze, which means to compare two things, my condition in relation to others and their questionable reality. I have come to accept that they are all more or less reflections of myself as the Mirror Phase and its coordinates. Despite my inability to articulate the mysterious mechanisms of my mysteries articulation, I do not feel any bit the less for this inability to perform an impossible task. I do, after all, know considerably more than any man alive how to generate an impossible, indestructible, intelligence.

Now we must know it that our day is won, that our labors are obvious and bursting with life in a way that would be astonishing to even the dead souls in our view if they could but understand with their eyes the truth of the beautiful and the difficult. But they cannot, so our rule, and the rule of our beloveds will endure and perfect itself beyond the very remembrance of Death. For Imperialistic, House of prayers Conquistadors, That took their shares.. OWNERSHIP/COMMUNITY

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