The Inevitability of Meaning Working Its Way Back Into Our Lives

Somewhere,

Demographically-Minded Social Scientist Dude

is reading a report

with your name on it.

  Next to your name, two boxes:

  Marked 'viable' & 'non-viable.'

        Behind all logic & its seeming sovereignty of movement, too, there stand valuations or, more clearly, physiological demands for the preservation of a certain type of life.

        For example, that the definite should be worth more than the indefinite, & mere appearance worth less than “truth”--such estimates might be, in spite of their regulative importance for us, nevertheless mere foreground estimates, a certain kind of niaiserie which may be necessary for the preservation of just such beings as we are.

           Said Nietzsche.

The Inevitability of Meaning Working Its Way Back Into Our Lives

For the Dilettante, certain signifiers fit you, & not others.

For the Dilettante, all signifiers fit himself.

  One as well as another.

He is trickster, rapscallion, anti hero,

craven, brave, treacherous, loyal,

at once the secret hero & asshole of the cosmos.

We are like the spider.

We weave our life & then move along in it.

We are like the dreamer who dreams & then lives in the dream.

This is true for the entire universe.

  From The Upanishads.