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A Question of
Being Human (11)
Hidden Terrors
(Eternity/Other/Sublime)
(And)
then there are the things that are hidden. That knowledge can not pierce; always
finding itself deflected away from the heart it seeks, until we suspect that
our reliance on symbols is absolute, foundational, ‘after all’, and will never
permit access to that which we feel lies Beyond. Beyond the wall of the Eternal
Present and our means of communicating it (even to ourselves); language. ‘Beyond
our ken’. The wall of the Eternal Present, always arriving; in this sense we
are always indeed ‘facing’ the future, and the projections we cast forwards,
piercing this wall, allow us to plan, so finding for us a way of facing the
future.
What
is invisible, unknown, either temporally, the future as yet unknown, but ‘to
come’; or extra-temporally, eternity, variously describable (in an act of
non-description) as the Outside, Beyond, Other…
An
Absolute Outside (Absolute Other…). Namable, if unimaginable…
Eternity.
The
other shore.
The ‘I’ moves on one shore
of the lake, what moves on the other? As all that is perceived is the I, so one
answer to the question of what lies on the other side, is… our echo. That which
returns… Our sonar sounding sent back to us, rebounding… tracing a shape. The
shape of what it is that is beyond our horizon. (And what is it then that moves
beyond the horizon… our echo too. That which we are afraid of is our own
shadow…).
(That witch we are afraid
of is our own shadow.) Which when gendered, personified, is often gendered as
feminine… (Maternal maw of the shark of the ocean of night; Poe’ s cry of
‘never more’, whence we hear ‘never ma’, ‘Not Ma’, negative evocation of the
mother, evocation of the Not-Mother, negative or bad mother of childhood
memory, that which occurs when that which is closest becomes the most inimical,
putative source of nurture and warmth, now the feared absence of love, of a
cold uncaring Nature).
Beyond darkness, outside
nothing (which we imagine as darkness)… outside nothing, beyond nothing even;
’not nothing’ after all, is something; the realm of fantasy, imagination… and
science. Depending on our degree of common sense or susceptibility to terror.
(Otherwise: one root of sublime enchantment – equal parts Otherness and Fear,
whether taking the form of popular superstition, ‘the Gothic’, or offering us
the Face of the Infinite, the Sublime, together constituting another set of
‘torn halves’).
Or just different social
strata (or differently accentuated organs of the self) and their ‘take’ on what
lies beyond.
Eternity.
Mirror image of the eternal
present.
Offspring
of this sense we then nominate the parent…
Extrapolation
we quickly call source…
Placing
in our foundations there (our most sacred… most ultimate foundations, be they
religious, or axioms of thought, or rights and values). For where else would we
put them?
Greatest
achievement of human creativity…
Most unavoidable of our
necessary fictions.
One
of which being the notion of ‘projection’, as in the case of the future… a
fantasy we have now, which is supposed to come after what is incoming, the next
phase of the Eternal Present… the future, a fiction produced, wholly by the
past, by past experience, then imagined ‘forward’. ‘In front’, as if the future
might not just creep up ‘behind’ us…
For
we do not project; rather we are entered (or better, what has entered us is,
‘becomes’, us… as witness the mood shifts that result from a change in our
major sensory inputs, sound and image; music and place). And what is in there,
not a ‘little’ person (ego, self, ‘ghost in the machine’ etc) awaiting the
arrival of sensory material; rather the material (including the past) occupying
an empty space which is, we feel, inhabited, somehow, by the ‘ghost in the
machine’, a ghost that is that of ourselves…but a ghost which is form only… the
content is given, a gift of, the occupying forces, the tidal on-rush of our
senses - the place of its assembly appears as our place, ‘behind the eyes’…
with the body’s surface as our extended place. Invisible inhabitant; spirit of the place. Empty cockpit. Haunted
house.
So
we can not but be constituted by what there is; as we perceive it (and store
it) so are we. There is no other. World and Others are always already in us,
part of us, so there can be no ‘authentic’ self (in the sense of a self
independent of context, of culture, a ‘natural’ self). Such an illusion would
in practice turn out to be yet another artificial ego (‘Marlboro Man’), product
of the cult of individualism (or selfish action), none really an indicator of
‘independence’ - rather an index of insensitivity (as in the case of the
euphemism we use when we designate someone as a ‘character’) or the
fundamentalist intolerance that results from the belief in being ‘chosen’. The
search for ‘authenticity’ is above all the search for this restriction, this
exclusivity - in which ‘we’, the survivors of the differentiation, the
excision, of course always find ourselves to be on the ‘right’ side…
No
‘projection’ taking us ‘out’ - no prow - jutting out ‘into the world’ (no
‘project’), but rather world jutting into us; we are subject to ‘incoming’ on
all fronts, from ‘inside’ as from ‘outside’… from past as from future… Our
projects in the world, then, are rather akin to the process of the making of a
pearl, as intruding perceptions are coated by our desires, are customized into
something palatable.
‘Anxiety’
(a term hollowed out by fashion). Readable as uncertainty or dread, or even our
recognition of ‘un-knowing’; of incoming, ‘in our face’, too close for comfort,
we are always faced with it, ‘up against it’; the future… For, just like ‘the
past’, it is an organ of the mind, it never goes away, nor finally arrives, but
always remains poised, just there… a window permanently open – if not always
clearly filled… (semi-present). And this semi-presence is one source of the
problems it bears, there… and not there… both knowable and unknowable. One
source of our discomfort, as the sense made of this permanent proximity, which
never arrives… and more, as we have seen, with respect to its ‘presence’, is
always divided. Divided once into a foreseeable (and abstract) sequence of
cycles and repetitions (whence the importance of ritual in human identity) time
as empty form, measured time as a grid projected forward – temporal equivalent
of Descartes’ space as extension (ritual is one way of filling in the content
according to, and constructing identity). The second part, the other half, of
the division of the future is the realm of the unknowable, the unpredictable,
the lack of certainty as to what will actually come to pass… So we are at once
faced with boredom, predictability, and again up against a radical
unpredictability, an uncertainty of detail in practice, our uncertainty as to
concrete events – and surprises (rendering novelty in fantasy but chaos in
practice…). Double-edged razor of the edge of the Eternal Present, known and
unknown vying for dominance… comfort in one signals a fear from, or of, the
other… a safe routine suggests fear of disruption, pleasure of novelty suggests
fear of tedium… of brute repetition… Leaving us with… a repetition of
unknowing; tidal return of a washing away of certainty (which should be there)
repeated insistence of our blindness as to our (immediate) future… Reminder of
the limits of the Eternal Present and its fading support, the past (and the
fear that, at the very least, there will be no novelty…). Anxiety.
To
which there a simple cure, ritual (appearing from out of our inner depths, or
so it seems, to offer timely support). Cure of boredom as of anxiety, of
boredom as emotional entropy, an emptying out of form, of anxiety as the
content of the fear of the disillusion of that form and its place for us, of an
entropy of structure that is one source of instability. So we feel (we ‘are’,
are made by) the call to a repeatability, a repetition that at once goes beyond
boredom and is also the source of renewal (a renewal that assuages anxiety and
pushes aside boredom… at least for a while, until next time… a process, or
cycle that engineers its own return, and a sense of time, one more cycle that
we feel as time). So it is that a rituality acting as a form of identity and
community maintenance, posits time as a cure for time’s ills; most precisely,
our terror of the outside of time, as of the future, (in one sense partially
outside, on another wholly outside, ‘the future’ never comes’). As also of the Absolute
Outside: as in death and all that we can not know and experience; but that we
feel weighs upon us, upon our prospects of our presence here, all influenced
from elsewhere – a bizarre astrology, as in Walther Benjamin’s most particular
use of the concept of ‘mimesis’ (in this sense only perhaps it may make sense).
Zones where we are unconscious as to the cause of influence; with only a
suspicion of its powers… including of the unknown and unknowable parts of our
bodies themselves as movers, the parts of our selves we can not know, as prior.
Whence the fondness for Manichean beliefs, Gnostic superstitions, addictive
desire for the simple secret that reveals (and explains) all… and so our love
of conspiracy theories…
So
the Eternal Present gives itself as a present - as a gift. Using that which
terrifies it most… to combat time, its outside (subjective), and its temporal
(objective) terrors, we perform rituals, at the heart of which is eternity, (an
inoculation, after Barthes, but also much more, as the outside becomes the
foundation for internal structures - of belief and thought, reason and
unreason…). The sacrifice or gift that gives ritual its force, is the special
sense of an ‘outside’ of temporal time , the ‘time’ that it evokes, the access
to a mythic realm, to eternity, the brute matter we send/destroy/offer/waste is
sent ‘elsewhere’… to palliate the outside and whatever it is that may dwell
there… (the genius loci of this
unimaginable space). So we begin with terror of time’s exterior, and end with
it as at the heart of a never-ending repair work, so offering hope… the return
on gift; at the end of the ritual, it has been tamed. Ritual tames the future
and also subdues the terrors of the outside. (By bringing it in, and pushing
our certainties out). From being utterly outside and possibly inimical, we then
have the intuitive generalization from the Eternal Present (as ritual encloses
a place where the Eternal Present becomes ‘eternal’) which makes of eternity an
ally, as the gods and immortals, universals and axioms become our friends and
supports (guardian angels and patron saints, foundations and starting points) –
familiar sentinels (an outside now inside… blocking the way to the outside,
outside… and what might come over from there…). Whatever it is that might come
over from there that we are so afraid of…
Copyright
Peter Nesteruk, 2012