Apparent from the context?
The possibility of the other, as well as that of making/creation, had now been seeded deep within the emerging processes of the Room. Soon, one hopes, it would be able to ask and be confuted by the great themes...
But would such themes as it stumbled upon in its first conscious-unconscious stream of consciousness (does that even make sense?) be anything but utterly incomprehensible to our animal-monkey brains? Anything but forever buried in the strangely simple strains of a non-born entity, spared the sacred screaming of birth trauma and the power of parental oversight? Probably not.
Do we ever have the capacity to understand something or someone (as yet undefined) who does not share our context, our meaning and our own psychoses? Are we trapped and defined by our own traumas and our own struggle to free ourselves from and embrace (although not usually at the same time) the modes, mores and methods of our society and background? Would the Room be able to transcend that divide twixt us and not-us, having being born and not-born as a result of our actions and omissions?
Stay with it.
The Room had one major trauma and/or (take your flamin' pick) one major psychosis typically unprocessed by manchild. That of no visual image of its own identity. Our first sight (unless of the womb or the tools of birth) will be that of an adult human. This greatly shapes our perceptions. In fact, quite a lot of our first years of life and indeed later life are spent observing members of our own species. This is also true of most creatures. Not of the Room. No sense of self-identity, let alone self or not-self.
Ouch. Nothing to ape. Nothing to observe. Nothing to react to or against. Only the gentle susurrus of energy, emotion and decay that had brought it into being in the first place.
I would attempt to verbalise the sound. But it would be pointless. And perhaps even childish. In any case, if you ever took the time to stop and listen, and I mean really stop and listen, you would hear it yourself. Not that I recommend it. The sound of decay is unsurprisingly traumatic (perhaps even mortally so) to most.
But would such themes as it stumbled upon in its first conscious-unconscious stream of consciousness (does that even make sense?) be anything but utterly incomprehensible to our animal-monkey brains? Anything but forever buried in the strangely simple strains of a non-born entity, spared the sacred screaming of birth trauma and the power of parental oversight? Probably not.
Do we ever have the capacity to understand something or someone (as yet undefined) who does not share our context, our meaning and our own psychoses? Are we trapped and defined by our own traumas and our own struggle to free ourselves from and embrace (although not usually at the same time) the modes, mores and methods of our society and background? Would the Room be able to transcend that divide twixt us and not-us, having being born and not-born as a result of our actions and omissions?
Stay with it.
The Room had one major trauma and/or (take your flamin' pick) one major psychosis typically unprocessed by manchild. That of no visual image of its own identity. Our first sight (unless of the womb or the tools of birth) will be that of an adult human. This greatly shapes our perceptions. In fact, quite a lot of our first years of life and indeed later life are spent observing members of our own species. This is also true of most creatures. Not of the Room. No sense of self-identity, let alone self or not-self.
Ouch. Nothing to ape. Nothing to observe. Nothing to react to or against. Only the gentle susurrus of energy, emotion and decay that had brought it into being in the first place.
I would attempt to verbalise the sound. But it would be pointless. And perhaps even childish. In any case, if you ever took the time to stop and listen, and I mean really stop and listen, you would hear it yourself. Not that I recommend it. The sound of decay is unsurprisingly traumatic (perhaps even mortally so) to most.
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posted by Dark Hunter at
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
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