“The will to power.”

“The will to power.”

The breakdown of centrality, i.e. of the Bible in late medieval Europe, caused entropy and disconnectedness only gathered by gunpowder, as a technology of centralization of government control, of force by necessity.

The imperative of democratic rule requires that we oppose all complete centralization of knowledge and therefore we must accept some measure of entropy, and scattered nodes of power.

The desire for centralization contributes to the anxiety stressed by the age.  The inability to accept the concept of elsewhere.

Marginalia.  The great chain of being was the violent displacement of power onto a foreign structure of quotidian life, as in a graft.

The fraud perpetuated by the age is that the past is still relevant as fact, and not existence. To perpetuate that which does not perpetuate. The price? Choice. Debt.  --entropy, is, therefore, the choice of necessity over artificiality. The debt we owe, actually, is moral obligations to each other. Money doesn't enter into it.

Money is the echo of things done.

The empty vessel is that which is left now - no superimposition of reserved hope, accessible only to the powerful, remains to sate the affections of the people to the centrality of illusion. Bad governments control folk by hope. Change is hopeless motion. To move from hope to change was the message. Hope is temporary, not change.

Incompleteness. The members of a heterotopia manufacture a mission for themselves that nevertheless mirrors the relation, inverts the reflection of self; nevertheless, overcomes the deification of the primal cause of our transitional motion. How could illusion manufacture satisfaction? 

Hope at this point is the foolish thief.  Afterthoughts; a mask for nostalgia of the potential of youth projected upon us. Time, the only requirement. Like wine. Old wine and new bottles. But already fortified; a hemlock. The reality - delay. The reality beneath that reality: prevention, and incompleteness. Solitary, scattered bastions of marking the way. The unspoken name of cleverness. The sleep of reason.  

Who owns the uncertainty of our moment? The past rings back the Civil War. Then, we chose genocide over slavery, as we ever will. 

Here's the great thing about the French.

When they tell someone not to destroy everything, they do a great job of it. They just destroy the church. Who doesn't love that? We wouldn't have speech otherwise, let alone free speech.