Disorientation is loss of east.Ask any navigator:the east is what you sail by.Lose the east and you lose your bearings,your certainities,your knowledge of what is and what may be,perhaps even your life.Where was that star you followed to the manger?That’s right.The east orients.That’s the official version.The language says so and you should never argue with the language.
But let’s just suppose.What is the whole deal-orientation, knowing where you are ,and so on-what if it’s all a scam?What is all of it-home ,kinship,the whole enchilada-is the biggest ,truly global and centuries oldest piece of brainwashing?Suppose that it’s only when you dare to let go that your real life begins?When you are whirling free of the mothership,when you cut your ropes,slip your chains,step off the map,go absent without leave, scream, vamoose, whatever: suppose that it’s then and only then that you are actually free to act! To lead a life nobody tells you how to live, or when or why.In which nobody orders you to go forth and die for them,or for god or comes to get you because you brake one of the rules,or because you are one of those people who are for those reasons which unfortunately you can’t be given, simply not allowed. Suppose you have got to go through the feeling of being lost, into the chaos and beyond; you have got to accept the loneliness,the wild panic of loosing your moorings, the vertiginous terror of the horizon spinning round and round like the edge of a coin tossed in the air.
You won’t do it. Most of you won’t do it.The world’s head laundry is pretty good at washing brains:Don’t jump off that cliff,don’t walk through that door,don’t step into that water fall,don’t take that chance,don’t step across that line,don’t ruffle my sensitivities,I’m warning you now don’t make me mad,you’re doing it,you’re making me mad.You won’t have a chance,you haven’t got a prayer,you’re finished,you’re history, you’re less than nothing,you’re dead to me.dead to your whole family, your nation, your race, everything you ought to love more than your life and listen to like your master’s voice and follow blindly and bow down before and worship and obey; you’re dead, you hear me, forget about it you stupid bastard, I don’t even know your name.
But just imagine you did it. You stepped off the edge of the earth or through the fatal waterfall, and there it was: the magic valley at the end of the universe, the blessed kingdom of the air. Great music everywhere.You breathe the music in and out,it’s your element now.It feels better than belonging to your lungs.
The breakdown of boundaries, what Erwin Panosfsky called decompartmentalistion, gave rise during Renaissance to the modern idea of the genius.The 15th century manifests and treatises of Alberti,Leonardo,Centini leave us in no doubt that this decompartmentalistion is intimately connected to the urbanisation o artistic sensibility, or rather to the artist’s conquest of the city.The Renaissance artist is no longer a worker bee,a mere craftsmen dancing to a patron’s tune but polymathic, a master of anatomy,philosophy,mythography, the laws of being and perception; and adept of the arcana of the deep sight, able to penetrate the very essence of things.The achievements of the modern artists Alberti proclaimed, prove that the modern world is not exhausted.By crossing boundaries,uniting many kinds of knowledge, high and low, the modern artist legitimizes the whole project of society.
Such is genius!Leonardo,Michael Angelo; they claim kinship even equality with gods.The opposed destinies of immorality and destruction are their.
“Monotheism sucks like all despotisms. The species is naturally democratically polytheistic, apart from the evolutionary elite which has dispensed with the divine requirement entirely.You instinctively want the gods to be many because you are ONE.”
“Whenever someone who knows you disappears you lose a version of yourself.Yourself as you were as you were judged to be.Lover or enemy,mother or friend, those who know us construct us, and their several knowings slant the different facets of our character like diamond cutter’s tools.Each such loss is a step leadind to the grave where all versions blend and end.”
“Really there is neither store nor video, just these doors, yes these apertures, you are a photographer so you understand that world, the aperture opens and light flies in,light like a miracle, staining another reality, leaving it’s image behind.So we are all lights from somewhere.”
“to admit we don’t understand a phenomenon is not to admit the presence of the miraculous but merely, reasonably to accept the limits of human knowledge.God was invented to explain what our ancestors could not comprehend:the radiant mystery of being.The existence of incomprehensible, however is not a proof of god.”