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                Four fold Roots of Desiring in the World.

 

i)              Desiring is the point that one takes something that remains utterly outside ones nature into a mind. It is the point the that on is caught in the light of another. As such this other – is caught within a mind as an essence of fracture. T desire, is to be caught in thinking or feeling or desiring or creating in the light of this or that external, Te cause to which the desire is it therefore external to my nature.

Moreover these externality is of a very odd and marked type. It is not simply that the other is outside me. It is outside of me, in the same sense (though the same attribute0 that I am myself in existence. Its outside is then a consequence for my finality in a body in something else. As I am finite this thing beyond me effects me. I am found into it. This is then the outside beyond thought of Foucault. The outside within me, that pass all understanding. The secrete of my own finite as a part-not part of the system. As I am finite I am bound up with things and to things and yet…

Finally to have thoughts within me is to be really caught in the echoes of these thoughts. A good beyond (and here we are on Deleuze) is not really restrictable to simply pulverizing me, As it is beyond, and  am caught in as its finite shadow, that shadow in me itself casts other shadows  across me, mark me, or is gather editor other thoughts, and other kinds of thinking. It is not then enough to desire this or that element or the world. To feel is then the also feel one needs to account for the feeling, one oneself to others. A desire this or that then as that desiring echoes into other elements I am.

 

ii)             This leads then into the second great how of desire As I desire I need not be simply here and how-  I need not be feeling this to that: A might always be a part of another desire – always within an other story. To desire is then to open a mind to itself, to its own ability to create from the same set of facts.  Better to the idea that it does create it is not that it ‘founds’ a new desire, so much as thoughts that it always felt thoughts or horror or fear or echoed love or notice, gradually turn into love. Love or hate and there desires then grow into the mind: But this growing meets a desire which was always there. The desire orchestrates then across other elements I am, other dimensions into me- other sense that I feel or think.

   To desire is then to b caught up with oneself as another Or perhaps better it is to exist at the point or through the point one can become ones own othering. These feelings, then desires might already be a part in another tale or another series of thoughts. Passions are needlessly bleeding into other passions. ,a and the desires are messy, in three direction.

a)    More obviously they are temporality messy. Desire is clearly in his aspect an inhabitancy of Deleuzian non pulsed time: It changes in a glorious after light to being. it makes being impossible  re-throwing it nature, or balancing being itself in the middle of a becoming.

b)    But just as importantly knowing what one feels is so very very difficult Or perhaps better, passions throw messy. A passion might be many things, and echoes into other worlds (friendship becomes lust or hate or merely contempt) .We stabilize this in desire and through memory We pour then our memories into unstable shifting passions But is desire, as in my desire as a wholes unique privilege to enfold all of this shifts, all of these movements. As I desire, this movement, these shifts are all within a lump called a ME.. Desire is the running panic of a mind, whose leaky desire are running beyond there memories, and yet need to be contained. I desire as that containment. I desire in the reaction of the world for the leaked passion.

c)    Finally there is the problem of the speed of the world and memory. Desire pitched at the point then a memory, with associated feeling, opens onto, or looks towards the stuff of vivid reality. It is therefore the point when the powers of passions yearn for themselves being the reality. They move towards it, or hope or echo into it. this echo creating patterns in the way we are puling those flickers that are coming into our reality. Desire is then the name of this odd exile. The passions written into the vivacities, into the flickers of actual reality. As I desire, in the name of the deep passions and whatever memory then encase, I look for echoes in reality: I see then to repeat. I look for that which already reacting already a part of and in anything and everything.

iii)           But and the junction of these last two cardinal desires, there is another desire. The desire that we create within our interactions. IN being in a human, and being a  part of the world with human stuffs into it, I and they make our own worlds. We together in our pooling of bodies and background, see the world rush. Our shred humanity then leaks into the reality of the world, and allows passions a new power to create reality. The reality might be symbolic, and given within the reality of stuff- and  yet as I share it with another, it is more than mere fantasy. You and I together then dream the same dream, a and so enter into or better slide into another world, the world our very exchange with each other creates this is the world of shared lusts, laws; the world of tacit and explicit agreement. The world of Go or citizenship; or duty or hope.

     I is the world that you create in me. The world where the internal voice that you are in me, as an conjunction of reality and feeling, becomes something in me-  a being ain whose light and through whose frowns  create what am. I take then little pieces of your complexity, and set then up as other gods in my mind: pointers from which and through which I unpull a world. You and I hey. We ate together: I have a little piece of you at least I keep a part  you in me – and use it to build what I am.

Desire here, is then the element that we share as we dream, but also it names the echoes that my internal you has through my soul .I experience you are other othering a me (the me I create in response to that whirl whisk of you), and a sequence of desires, or why as that I or my world is different. it marks then the point I exchange what I am for..,something that other you inspire within me. This exchange might be mutual – we might really be in love of it might merely be an onaology: I the good bicolour and doing it to myself. Or better to desire it to be doing both. As I am locked into a me.

The power then or ethics or morality id to articulate this lock in, this problem of me and you, of being within what I am in being caught by it, and allow the you, the shining eyes of disapproval that you reach into me with, to be other and be different. You and I become then othered, and  also get to burn up or destroy what extra other I create. and yet this is no simple sacrifice on my part. I must think burning this fantasy,  am getting something. If I o no, then, the fantasy grew, and within it the power of you in me, as  crate it. I drop pout then of the actually realty of you, and set you up as merely  fashion doll in my mind; a mere pawn in a story I tell.

Te allowing others to be really other surely the more rewarding and hardest task for desire…

 

vi) finally and linked to the last point, desire

names something. It is  the pitch of ownership in the mind. As I desire I can say all these things are really mine, and were always sp. The thoughts that I have for the world, and of the world become them open to ownership. He world becomes a mine all along. I can see personality in all the action: Things are in my favour, going my way, as the world conspires to give me joy; Am being thwarted in pain. I am not alone: but rather then world is breaking into me as already mine.

Desire creates then or dies into a feeling or thought adequate to indoor the entire world. I consume it as already mine; I digest it or take myself as its God. Desire the creates the endless eddies that little god of this world, the one in my mind, can take over. I knows all the experience was always about it anyway.

Desire becomes then the point  reverse the direction of things. It is not  me that was crated in all these experience. It is rather I (who am create) that was already shining through this lot of stuff. I was already what was there already labouring to get out. This me as create with others, or through experience, then send out is own desiring waves: to expects its world to continue. But here of course it will back both horses. It strives for that world, and we will manifest in the same spirit in other world. it inhabits both the particular desire of this capturing in another but also the more general picture. I is therefore both here and there, of this world and that.

All that matter sis that every point it will claim victory – and will as it is. It soul might b dead, but the passions world is always its own.