Without
recourse
Here
thus the human possibility delivered to itself. A great euphoria for
the one who wants to be to be 'Master and possessor' of all things.
But, at the same time, an impossible task. Because from now the
sorcerer apprentice has to found its bases, to certify its certainty
and to create its values. Without
recourse.
Any justification being prohibited from an outside,
it is now from inside
the
fence that founding and justifying has to be done. Truth, for
example, can not longer be founded differently than by the sole
non-contradiction
inside a
schizoid totality. Consequently only the internal articulation,
that is the method,
is able to 'make' the truth. Empiricisms and rationalisms are
justified in turn by an insistence on 'I perceive' or on 'I
conclude'. But it doesn't matter so much to decide between phenomena
or logical ratios since they are both captive of the sole immanent
possibility. How to exceed from now on all the criticism,
utilitarianism, relativism, and so much more 'ism' with their high
margin of error?
Which justification remains possible? When
there is no more value which is not enclosed within the limits of the
human pettiness. When any legitimation turns in round, around itself.
When everything can become legitimate because everything can be
legitimated. The reason cut off the absolute real, the reason
returned to its own justification by itself, has to promote its
'supreme being'. In the plural! Nature. Cosmos. Humanity. Company.
Progress. Science. State… A lot of rationalizations, each one of
them a kind of mechanism of defence and a return of the repressed
under a different avatar. A despaired research of an ultimate sacral
reality in one of the human possibilities. An efflorescence of 'ism'!
It is thus necessary to play or 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 referee?
Supreme schizophrenic illusion, the impeccable
man, that is
man with
repressed sin. With the question without answer of modern Camus: “Who will
forgive us?” With the infantile reflex to hide the fault or to find
the culprit out of oneself. When all the 'positive' is in the hand of
the 'master and possessor', what about the 'negative' in the bubble?
'Justice' from now on has to run unceasingly after Justice. What's
left is to discharge the residues of our frustrations on a
'scapegoat'. That calms our passions but does not return justice.
How
long can that hold without singling failure? Face to the absolute of
the evil… Face to the impossible to circumvent negativity… What
about the fallible man without radical possibility of forgiveness?
And without forgiveness is something else remaining than shame or
escape? And mostly both
at the same time.
Did there ever exist any civilization as rich in cultural productions as
ours? Admittedly. However never
as much as today have we risked spiritual asphyxia. But
this proliferation of 'constituted' meanings
misses a
space open to its disproportion. It misses the 'constituent' sense'.
The sense giving sense.
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