THEN THERE WERE
MANY THINGS
BUT NONE TO CALL
THEM SO AND SO
THIS OR THAT
SOME- OR ANY
OTHER THING
I’ve been toying with this idea for a long time and it (re)appears regularly in the things I do here, that if a given order, Empire or, say, Man itself, were to disappear, the things would still be there but they would become nameless and naked and no longer seperated from eachother.
We ourselves are the veil.
We conceptually cut the world into pieces, but what lies behind our perception and thinking is in itself a nameless and unbounded world, devoid of the external purpose and meaning which we hold so dear.
This doesn’t absolve us of our responsibility. Rather, I would say, on the contrary, it strengthens it and makes it more compelling and urgent and also harder to put words to.
WORDS¹, I would argue, are essential to the fabric of the veil. So how can they be used to express what lies hidden behind them? Yet, like many before and with me, I relish every futile and paradoxical attempt. For it is this struggle that transforms my despair into joy.
Words are among the few means we have at our disposal to express the experience of being. Not unlike us, they are limited, finite, corrupt, and contradictory. They are also beautiful, powerful, and enchanting—they can be, sometimes, like us.
¹ Morphemes, rather than words, is the more correct term here, but no need to get nitpicky.
///Photograph also SUMMER 025///
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