Life in California swims with choices. The anything goes and nothing matters makes acts of conscious choosing less of a treasure and more of a necessity. The tides can engulf an entire body without a second thought, and this kind of sensation abiding near the Pacific Ocean enters my body a great sense of delight and overwhelm. The freedom to exercise any thought or demon of desire. Looking out as a spectator at landscapes, being animated by the waves coming and going as the bodies labor and buy, I look toward self-made comforts to inquire into value. Gardening and electricity, serving needs for body fuel and illumination to carry on the labors once brought on by sleep and candlelight, the expanding field of choices capture a sense of wonder and dread the same way looking at the Pacific from the coast of California has done to me. I let these landscapes and places take my mind toward the wondering of how everything sorts itself out through time.
Thinking too much in terms of Marx seeped into my body a sickness and fatigue that stole life from my body. The framework in which the ideals post-modernist life deconstructed everything I thought I knew, for what end other than to rhuemenate on what is worth spending the time in my life doing. Translated texts from Kant, Lacan, Derrida, Jacobson, Saurssere, Strauss, Aristotle, and Plato. These mental constructions misunderstand all the obvious truths in nature, in such a way that nature itself is seen as some kind of human made artifice. What an inanely egoic premise. These headstrong authors imposes their ideas so deeply into the collective memory, I have began to run out of my mind and into the senses of my body. And from my body come ideas that are not of the heroic philosophy attempts, or the god of science. And from the body I can feel considerations about values which I carried with me to the southern coast of Norway.
Circling around but never arriving, because putting a finger on something always leaves a mark or disperses the material, I extend a curiosity on the continual motives behind cognitive refinement and myths of progress. Seated in a Norwegian language course, this woman with way more sugar in her eyes than I have seen since my mother, explained (in norsk) quite matter of factly that knowledge becomes possibility. This tickled me in a funny way because anyone actually loathes to be tickled. What an endearing trick and compromise of whatever was to venture into what can be. Eventyr, the word for adventure, actually means something of a fairy tale.
The stuff of fairy tales for one are a pure reality for another. Anything that can be imagined can exist. This horrifying reality merges into reality when desire operates as a pulling force towards action. And I catch myself in a wonder of what the size and scale kinship those who love and loath California meet in the celebrated spirituality, or mental state, somehow conflated by material accomplishments denoted by living arrangements, closets, cars, and bodies. The bigger the stuff, the smaller the body so as long as the ideal of class (thanks Marx) would damn reality to some kind of mind prism. The weight of one man’s words was so heavy, my muscles ached roaming the California landscape, that when I came to Norway I felt so light as to climb quickly up a mountain. Only on the occasion of a snow storm was I backed back down the mountain. I felt confused because I didn’t feel anything to fear once free from the post-modern ideology and climbing through nature. I feel more comforted by the idea of death by nature than the idea of death by ideas.
In the image of these memory remains I create new images by excavating thought fallacies I happened to hear while living in California. The pounding silence of Norway excavates these from the recesses of thought and here where I hope we can arrive on the other side to the value of time itself. These thought fallacies conjures images of chains or straight jackets in my brain, so you brave reader may also come through these forms of subjugation and out the other side. I invite you to stick with the body feelings that arise, any points of resistance or excitement so what feels natural to your body doesn’t become a foreign entity to avoid but a space to take note and return to these tense or exonerated senses for further inquiry, at a later time.
Thought fallacy 1: I have no room for these clothes. I need a bigger closet.
The fallacies of thought are most relevant in the action of jumping to conclusions. That a condition A, necessitates a resolve and result B. Such cognitive and then bodily acts are more probable when the body lives in a state of excitement. Los Vegas really got this formula down. Physical and mental energies are not directed but guided by external stimulus triggering those vulnerable to quick need based action. The state of bodily defense and excitement share a language and tactile pattern matching that of threat and protect automation. Even without the threat of imminent danger, images, thoughts, and uncritical following of sensory impulses leads a most direct observable reality towards a change that didn’t consider the exhaustion of other possible outcomes and choices. The lines of anti-acing products are another wealth of information on the fallacy of needing more of B because A exists. For example, the created need for smooth due to the ideal reality conflict of a surface fractured by a line. A radical idea is perhaps the line there shows you something that’s worth looking at before erasing. One thing your body will never do is lie to you.
Thought fallacy 2: I have nothing to wear. I have to shop more.
Unlimited supply and anything is possible way of thinking. Such belief acts have found their exhale in the shelves of self help books and spiritual people proclaiming to be able to heal and solve anything you may want to put in your body. But this on and there, there now everything is going to magically be better. Nature loves to have rain fall on her surfaces, but what about putting some kind of lemon on a leaf, it may burn or snuff out the species all together. Human action can be considered a bit like this. When nature is left alone the renewal is continual. If you have nothing to wear, it is unlikely your body walks bare in the landscape. The reality is the ideal that what you have to wear is different than what you want it. Nature occasionally throws a fit, has a meltdown, puts a freeze on things, and people don’t tend to weather such changes quite as well. The clothes service a purpose of living but when the service doesn’t meet a purpose, then we have excess and then all kinds of premonitions about how that excess ought to or ought not to be handled. In life full of millions of things to do, and new conditions to adapt to, a garment and wrapping for the body that lasts seems quite functional more than a quick disposable fix.
Thought fallacy 3: I have a lot of money. I am valuable.
The direct translation of value from monetary to personal stands at a space of exchange where more stagnation seems to occur than development. The smog produced by labor to produce capital is not foreign to California itself, for the landscape itself operates not alone from the bodies enacting the wills and desires to make at any cost to flow and often for the proclaimed state of flow. In the caught-up, stuck-up, jammed-up, stall -a free animal becomes emprisoned by its servitude and function. This function of this proclamation of flow realized as stagnation creates a dynamic that makes almost no reasonable sense at all and yet somehow sustains on itself. Drawing ideas from a represented thing to a specific meaning makes an artificial thought loop-one that if exercised in reality creates a pattern woven or laced but some kind of fabric from this doing over and over action. These labor and products also weave a the representation of value in things with the value of the time used to make the thing.
A visual representation. Which of these items have the greatest value? What measures are you using to determine value? Is it the amount of care or time put into the formation of the garment? Is it the origin or the source of the garment? or the ease of its production? Can you tell the difference between the items made by hand or bought in a boutique that were made in China? Which items were quite expensive to purchase or produce? And which will last the longest? We see tags celebrating origins and fair treatment of labor, and yet who is determining fair? When we can know for ourselves we often wouldn’t want to choose to sit and work for 10hours a day for barely enough to eat on. Not a thought as an exercise in self inflicted guilt, but rather as a humbling getting into the sense of the body and witnessing impulses and thoughts when they seem to make sense up in there (the head) and yet don’t quite settle right in the body. Who is going to put this amount of thought into the contents of their choices? Perhaps not many, but I maintain faith in human beings. That beauty is able to be found in even the subtlest of places, and such stirrings generate impulses which set forth a train of thought that lands not in fallacy and myth, but in the body and that which rises from such senses.
And finally, the diagram which circles back to the first paragraph of this post. A concise explanation as to the formation of the alternative choices admits the system that seemingly dominates and imposes itself -conflation of value through the trade of commodity. The newly formed or reformed alternative attempted to solve what was perceived as a problem. What was the problem? An experience of lack or a larger social groups unwillingness to work toward what they want. Not what the people are visually or linguistically informed to want through the impulses which have grown quite familiar (social media, media, news, magazines, newspapers, movies) The problem was something to do with capitalism existing, the problems capitalism seems to produce. When it is not a force enacted by itself, it is not an agent working on its own. It is a collective series of choices. And so it exists and cannot be changed. Things tend to endure lasting change when they are influenced by ancillary (not direct) forces.
As waves in the ocean form the coastlines. We have come to know direct alteration to such coasts such as digging is temporary and always changing, while nature itself is always working on forming the coast exactly as it wants it be. The wave, not as the origin of the force, but the wave formed from the magnetics and impulses from within the earth, constellated through the interaction with other cosmic elements in space. And this kind of formation and living in tune with the flow of nature, sometimes difficult, disgusting, brutal, and often quite beautiful, abundant and kind, has taught me more about what stirs within and grows from the life running throughout the body as always directly connected to all in nature, than attempting to impose an ideal image, conflated meaning, or constructed value from the outside-in approach. And a phrase that floats up to me again and again throughout my life-where the mind ends, healing can begin. And what healing do people seek today? Some say it is spiritual, and I understand this as bodily. The bodies want excellent health. The bodies want expanded capability. And these bodies are forever in tune with and shall return to earth. (while some perhaps wish to become cosmic star dust. Someone might be working on that business model, rocking ashes into outer space already).