Gilles Deleuze’s Difference and Repetition:
"It is up to us to go to extreme places, to extreme times, where the highest and the deepest truths live and rise up. The places of thought are the tropical zones frequented by the tropical man, not the temperate zones of the moral, methodical or moderate man".
In other words the Chaosmos itself: the underlying world of becoming from within the optics of Dionysus (Nietzsche and Gilles Deleuze) Sisyphus (Schopenhauer, Albert Camus and Cioran) and the in-between of these two mythical figures (Georges Bataille, Emmanuel Levinas and Jacques Derrida)…
…life as Anais Nin said of Henry miller’s Tropic of Cancer:
“sustained on its own axis by the pure flux and rotation of events. Just as there is no central point, so also there is no question of heroism or of struggle since there is no question of will, but only an obedience to flow…The humiliations and defeats, given with a primitive honesty, end not in frustration, despair, or futility, but in hunger, an ecstatic, devouring hunger-for more life”. (1934).
“only an obedience to flow”…We are purely “passive” (a furious passivity) when it comes to the best things in life… “it” happens to us: the always singular fluxes and flows are, we react - that’s our marginal freedom on the margins - that’s life wonder and tragedy…the Chaosmos indeed…
One would like to capture the swings between the dead time of everydayness and timeless wonderment: without “events”, moments of chance (or grace in religious terms) we are nothing but empty shells, puppets chained to empty time…to the gravity that governs the rest of the universe…
…currently my world is under the dead sign of Sisyphus, everything I try falls back to its initial place… stuck in a room somewhere …. I feel like Henry Miller in the Tropic of Cancer: “I have no money, no resources, no hopes” but with a big difference: the year 2005. I’m not so lucky to live in 1934 as Miller did…where you could live and drop out in Paris without every move and breath being-costing an euro… consequently I’m not the “happiest man alive”. But I’m still waiting…
…waiting for two things: to “score” the holy-grail of ecstasy, which I haven’t found yet (where have the Mitsubishis gone?) and the already mentioned “abyss girl”...will Dionysus rise from his Sisyphus grave?
