Flirt with nothingness
Inevitable
sequence of a repression, of a schizophrenia and of an enclosure, a
large closing of man on man, a fatal alternative to metanoia! The
autistic reason closed on itself until insanity! Once accomplished
the rupture of the theo-onto-logic bond, how can you tie together the
schizoid remainder? The whole modernity fights to despair and
absurdity with this radical question.
Sign
of a time when man cannot any more survive after having broken the
ontological bonds, after having lost the signified and proclaimed the
decline of absolutes, of sense and of value. Sign of a time when man
has to die after having made God die… Is there left only a naked
and foolish meaning turning around in finiteness? When the sense of
man is lost, you get ready to prostitute yourself with the
ideological residues of a simple method.
Dislocated
being… Totality gets intellectually and materially retaken as a
kind of marvellous 'meccano' who allows us to play most seriously of
the world. We dislocated scientifically the density of the being to
get an abundance of elements we could articulate indefinitely at our
pleasure. That gave us control of our constructive possibilities.
And, indeed, with frenzy we started to build, to build in all the
meanings of the word and in all the domains. Starting from atoms of
artificiality. At a point to mix the sense with this construction
itself. There we lost our soul. Because the soul refuses to be
built.
Having
cut the bonds with the 'total' totality, the schizoid reason gets
buckled on itself until insanity. No matter how much it wants to be
divine and put in capital letters, in fact what is left to it is to
turn around in the enclosure of tautology. A vast reign of vicious
circles and impossible tasks. How to be with oneself the absolute hot
source… How to found its own bases… Every thing can become
legitimate because every thing can be legitimized. You have thus to
play or to fight. To play by closing the eyes on the fact that the
rules of the game are only conventional. Or to fight to agree on
conventions. But if there is no more a referee?
What is left to the sacred making animal which is man, is to make sacred
the pantheist 'values' with their procession of Capital letters! And
to worship the idols. And to produce a flowering of 'isms'. And to
promote 'Master Thinkers'. With an infinite suspicion. Doesn't the
suspicion of suspicion deserve its own altar? Always mechanisms of
defence with the return of the repressed under thousand avatars.
There remains a large enclosure of totalitarian 'systems', an ultimate
refuge for salvation. Island of Utopia… or Archipelago Gulag?
Impassable horizon? But isn't precisely the forest the impassable
horizon of the chimpanzee?
There
is only
one exit left out of this immanence of the schizoid possibility, the
headlong flight of scientific progressivism or the artificial
paradises of ideas or of drugs! But what is the meaning of a
'revolution' which returns the same man behind the same fences? What
means material 'Progress' which turns only while buckling on
themselves productions and consumption? Wouldn't the most logical
coherence of this schizophrenic condition be nihilist disproportion?
A very profound drama of an infinitely released disproportion trapped
into a fence which can never be infinite in immanence.
Any
crisis is always at the same time crisis of the word, that is of the
significance. Very deeply a crisis of the total sense. When
the word becomes insane... Insane
like a wheel which does not cease turning having lost its 'clutch'.
Whatever marvellous towers men are building, Babel and so on, they
are not understood any more. The word is delivered to ambiguity.
Because the sense is bursting. Because they do not drink any more at
the same source of sense, the most beautiful tower can be only
dedicated to ruin!
Schizoid
is getting absolute. From the divine absolute towards an 'absolute'
in anthropocentric immanence. In the place of the Verb of God who
lights any man, constituent light of any light, remains the verb of
self-lighting of man…
The schizoid significance seeks vainly a language which is, according to
the phrase of Rimbaud, the soul for the soul. The sign is more and
more emptied from its 'object' which flees ad infinitum. The sign is
cut off the referent. Meaning cuts itself from what is meant. It is
subjectivity which creates the signs and their meanings. The word
disintegrates. The human word is not any more starting from the sense
but wants to be itself creative sense. The subjective speech becomes
archaeologically constituent. There remains a nominalist anarchy 'creative'
of an infinity of languages and of an infinity of confusions.
Babel!
What
speaking does not say any more. When the reference frames slip into
immanence and the values are included in the anthropocentric curve.
When the Word of God does not transcend any more this possible and
confer it its norm. When the very whole truth is delivered to the
sole possible of man. There remains the 'Dominating Speech' with its 'Main
thinkers'. And concentration camps for the rebellious poor
freedoms.
Our
modernity,
still too dazzled by its own prowness, did not take yet the exact
measurement of its illusions. Perhaps the prodigal son didn't yet
touch the bottom of the anguish of his recluse condition? But already
the too easily optimistic answers and the evasions of an flight ahead
feel less sure and even a little ridiculous in front of the rise of
radical questions. Already a suspicion. Wouldn't the 'modern' man be
sick? Sick of an evil much more pernicious than the diagnostic
currents, more or less safe making, tend to admit it?
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