Manifesto

Manifesto, 13 Feb 2008

Manifesto

Everything and nothing can neither be proven nor refuted. All is based on faith. Weight is assigned based upon ideology. Ideology is a system of choice.

All relationships are cyclical and lead back onto themselves.

Deconstruction is an endless system.

Language is a structural system used to manipulate.

All is weightless. All is depthless. All is surface.

All is paradox.

It is impossible to escape the system of objects.

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Manifesto 14 Feb 2008

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Most importantly: all is paradox! Because: everything and nothing can neither be proven nor refuted. All is based on: Faith!

Weight is based on ideology. The Way we live Now: (1) Politics (2) History (3) Nostalgia ... As such, THE CINEMA! Viva la cinema! And down with the cinema. Down with nostalgia!

Structural systems are manipulative systems. USE them to MANIPULATE.

It is impossible to escape the SYSTEM of OBJECTS.

All relationships are cyclical and lead back onto themselves!

Deconstruction is an endless system! The importance of Deconstruction: the DECONSTRUCTIVE act!

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Manifesto, 08 March 2008

I think I've missed the point.

Bare Bones

I realize that, when I meditate, there is only me: as if I were in a room surrounded on all sides by mirrors and all I could see was myself. It is at times freeing, at times frightening - always sobering. It makes me think of the past - of things and people gone, what I haven't done. And I think of the present and realize that the past is a mere illusion, predicated on the absolution of memory. In Sans Soleil, Marker's woman says - and I paraphrase - "Memory is the silver lining to the clouds of forgetfulness," which is why the past is romanticized, never allowed to disintegrate. But it seems a disreality - we can never prove it.

I return - in my meditation - and think of the present: of where I am, what this is. What is this? Where is this? And I realize the present is predicated on a history of reality - the past once more. Rules of the present are the mistakes of the past - the painful memories. Thus, what is the present but a reflection of the past? But the past itself is an illusion - thus, what is the present but a reflexive, painful memory of the past - itself a romanticized, unprovable illusion?

All I can see clearly is myself but this - like reality, like the past, like the present - is but a reflection of other reflections. I cannot prove myself - whether I exist or not. Descartes' statement is utter bullshit - perhaps his thoughts are an illusion themselves.

But this notion of "illusions" must also be cast aside, for the very notion of illusion is a ground on which to stand. One could become paranoid, believing that one is surrounded by illusion - evil illusion, even. But, really, this paranoia simply arises from the fear of being fundamentally different. Those who are different are paranoid - paranoia arises from a view of reality that differs from the norm. But really this is just a dumbing down of the fundamental actuality of the human existence: all experience differently (if we claim that "all" exist). Therefore, even illusion must be cast aside.

Nothing is proven in any case. All is groundless.