There is No Truth in Order
There is no truth in order. Order is what follows from a rule, which by itself is unverifiable. This is not to say that this state of affairs is wholly bad, we chose to live in an ordered fashion and with good reason, but we ought not find ourselves in the trap of calling our orders "true."
Order and its rule have a type of self-contained set of consistencies that can fairly be called "truths" without too much perversion of the language. These "truths" make navigation and administration of order possible, but if one were to step outside order, a move universally forbidden by order, then one would see that there is nothing true about the truths of ordered systems. Is there truth? Does it matter?
There are spaces between orders, and unappropriated spaces within them, where one can dance creatively and feel freedom as it was once felt by pioneering man. The Enlightenment Spirit has taught man to be repulsed by space and disorder. When the modern man encounters space he is at first disgusted with its lack of harmony, its "primitiveness." The people he finds inhabiting space he calls "savages." Then he thinks that even this primitive area of savages must fit under one of his rules because modern orders have as one of their great guardians the idea of "universality," and no amount of contortion of the rule will dissuade man from finding existing order in spaces. He appropriates by describing how the space has already been appropriated.
Man must learn to strip order down to its rule, to remove the dressing of what follows, and stare at his god to learn of his true being. A rule without what follows is barren and foolish, a rule without what follows is Lear stripped naked, without reason in a wild tempest of disorder. By learning the true nature of one's order one may learn how to explore its internal spaces, where creative freedom is allowed to move with slackened reign, and play with the ideas of beauty and power.
This is not enough though, for there are two kinds of spaces in the world (I use "world" reluctantly because it is an ordered space) the internal and the external. The extraordinary man has always known how to pioneer internal spaces as the Greeks did with the Egyptian rules of representation of the image of man, as the literary artist does with metaphor. The next space to learn to dance within are the external spaces; whose trespass is strictly forbidden by order; whose existence is denied by reason; and who man is both afraid, and yet compelled, to look upon directly.
There is no truth in order. There are spaces within and around orders and it is in these spaces that I would like to mine for the beautiful.
Order and its rule have a type of self-contained set of consistencies that can fairly be called "truths" without too much perversion of the language. These "truths" make navigation and administration of order possible, but if one were to step outside order, a move universally forbidden by order, then one would see that there is nothing true about the truths of ordered systems. Is there truth? Does it matter?
There are spaces between orders, and unappropriated spaces within them, where one can dance creatively and feel freedom as it was once felt by pioneering man. The Enlightenment Spirit has taught man to be repulsed by space and disorder. When the modern man encounters space he is at first disgusted with its lack of harmony, its "primitiveness." The people he finds inhabiting space he calls "savages." Then he thinks that even this primitive area of savages must fit under one of his rules because modern orders have as one of their great guardians the idea of "universality," and no amount of contortion of the rule will dissuade man from finding existing order in spaces. He appropriates by describing how the space has already been appropriated.
Man must learn to strip order down to its rule, to remove the dressing of what follows, and stare at his god to learn of his true being. A rule without what follows is barren and foolish, a rule without what follows is Lear stripped naked, without reason in a wild tempest of disorder. By learning the true nature of one's order one may learn how to explore its internal spaces, where creative freedom is allowed to move with slackened reign, and play with the ideas of beauty and power.
This is not enough though, for there are two kinds of spaces in the world (I use "world" reluctantly because it is an ordered space) the internal and the external. The extraordinary man has always known how to pioneer internal spaces as the Greeks did with the Egyptian rules of representation of the image of man, as the literary artist does with metaphor. The next space to learn to dance within are the external spaces; whose trespass is strictly forbidden by order; whose existence is denied by reason; and who man is both afraid, and yet compelled, to look upon directly.
There is no truth in order. There are spaces within and around orders and it is in these spaces that I would like to mine for the beautiful.
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