Plague Journal, Building Castles
Society is an imaginary sphere
in which different processes of signification
interweave and interfere.
The symbolic organization of this imaginary sphere
is an effect of signification.
I define “signification” as the building of a bridge
of shared illusion over the abyss
of the absence of meaning.
Reality, by contrast, can be described as
the psychodynamic projection
of countless mental flows that interweave
and intersect,
building castles of language
that we call different names:
civilization,
history,
revolution,
community.
…We experience happiness
as the conscious suspension of the sight
of the abyss.
In those moments of suspension,
we can build something:
Bridges over the abyss itself.
Groundlessness, emptiness,
and the decomposition of the body itself:
these are the abyss that all human beings
are experiencing.
But men and women can happily walk over this abyss
if they understand that friendship
resides in the ability
to share the illusion
of meaning.
When the illusion of meaning is shared,
it is no longer an illusion:
it becomes reality.
The bridge over the abyss is the dialogue
that allows for the sharing of a vision,
of an expectation, of an intention.
…Meaning is not a presence, but an experience.
…Friendship is the condition for the experience –
the existence – of meaning.
— excerpt, BREATHING, Chaos and Poetry
By Franco “Bifo” Berardi, p. 145
This is a long quotation, words that demand focus when read. These are the sorts of words that can change one’s life.
There are words that serve as a lifeline. Words with abundance of force, that serve to inspire, to light a way forward are context sensitive. One has to be in a “place” to hear when one is addressed, to answer “present” when one’s name is called. The words may be a lyric line of a song, or a verse of poetry, or the never forgotten observation of a old school teacher, etc. You just know when your name is called, and the time is now — that you must act. And this is what you and I must do everyday, to have a worthwhile future.
The way forward is that of friendship, of forging bonds that are cultivated to become stronger, richer as the years pass, as time continues its relentless passage. It is enough that we have a shared life that we have jointly built, with others, respecting, making good use of differences of view, of ethnicity, of personal history. Friendship is the condition for building a bridge over the abyss.
These words are written with sadness at the loss of Glenn O’Dell a member of the Batavia Socrates Café discussion group. I did not know Glenn very well, — but well enough to recognize his nobility of soul, his curiosity and mindfulness at 94 years of age. Glenn passed peacefully. His absence is felt by many people.
2 thoughts on “Plague Journal, Building Castles”
Thank you, once again, for your words and for the prescient quote from Mr. Berardi. I agree that we carve out our own reality and when we share that sense of the world with someone who we trust, it is indeed a lifeline. Yet I also believe that this way of thinking can be as destructive as it can be helpful.
“When the illusion of meaning is shared,
it is no longer an illusion:
it becomes reality.”
Do we not experience the negative side of this behavior when supporters of any cause (and even though I’m thinking of the far right, this can refer to any religion, political, or cultural ideology) band together to support one another with unfounded and destructive tendencies.? Consider the devoted followers of “Q” who have bought into an alternative reality. They feel very good about their beliefs and feel that they have all found kindred spirits who know the “truth”. As Mr. Berardi has said in noting that when the meaning of the illusion is shared, it becomes reality. These people no longer question anything since their prophet has decreed his words to be of sound insight allowing his followers to rally around the flag of dysfunction, living comfortably within the confines of an alternate universe.
This sense of altered reality, which is quite true for all members of the human species, leaves us groping for more. If we are satisfied with the status quo of the hyperbole we have bought into, our curiosity ceases. As long as we continue to question the validity of the “regulations”, of our “reality”, then we can continue to grow. This place of constant skepticism is not one that allows for a comfortable life, which is why so many people give up questioning and purchase the full package of nonsense from leaders who spout garbage about knowing the secrets of life. “The key to happiness lies in becoming numb and mindless”, these leaders will shout over and over, but not quite in those words.
From my perspective, we cannot find true happiness. We can moments of satisfaction and joy. We can find bits of peace hidden amongst the detritus of our environment. I believe that is really all we can and all we should hope for in life. And in the great scheme of things, that’s really not so bad. Once again, I will share with you a piece of writing I have offered here before, but it feels appropriate again:
Catch & Release
No true silence exists in life.
Only small pieces of
still and quiet air
filled by an ambient calm.
During these too few instants,
sounds of civilization
shift into the background
and clarity of mind is rediscovered.
I want to capture
these tranquil moments
in a glass jar,
like sanguine fireflies
and when lost
in shadows and noise,
release them into the chaos
to chase away the night.
Although this bottled essence
is only imagined,
as are tales of straw into gold,
I embrace it without remorse.
For these soft glowing jars,
hold a sense of self that lingers
as possibilities of the still and quiet
wait to be set free.
Packages of steaming nonsense are offered as “answers” by leaders craven enough to recognize what we are willing to buy. It is an old story.
I agree that happiness is ephemeral, at most experienced episodically, usually by serendipity as something unexpected. I agree totally that is enough. To ask for more is simply to qualify oneself to become a victim.