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It will now be clear that the game of being within a world is certainly one of the games of repetition. To exist is to also be repeating within oneself, as a series of fixed pointers elements that focus outside a mind. One repeats then to master the sense that they are in them (this much Freud does get right). What so more this repeating, in this repeating there is a tearing out from a middle stream, from the infinity of movement or cause, elements that register, that tumble into mind, elements that matter. To repeat is the sense that one inhabits a world. And yet as what one is repeating is of itself never simply internal to what one is, as one other which makes one other or different to oneself, a further, interlinked consequences follow. Following, or Deuleze’ Bergson, is insisting that as one is alive the repairing of something beyond one is never simply or fixed. The sense that it is always beyond ones own nature, is the something that reverberates across a mind. What that beyond is, is not a fixed feast, but rather is a bleeder across differing circumstances and things. Than one then that one trusts, that sense of being a singleton is not a thing to fix simply and forever. To seal a thing in a thought, to say, oh it is this or that, is then to one that this or that up o something else, to other thoughts or streams of repeating this thing. Is very finite but beyond status. Will the make it quite unproven what and where it is. This the creates, perhaps something a little akin to the ‘thanos’ I the body. The body will orchestrate another in the mind. I gives the rubrics, and sets the barriers within which the others such s fixed as appoint beyond. That I a point, a cause that sweeps up the body in a certain way, and allows then the intellect to grasp that affection, that sense that something is happening in it, something which s having an effect. This the unity of the actions in the face of this other, the single effect, here, is needs to be note (as Spinoza is very careful to allow) a product of the body. It is the body as such moving together, and so stay together. It is delimited as the point a boy is looked into another, o a least a part of it I. This hook is then communicated or echoes across the entire body, as a need or a desire or a whatever. Points outside create stanzas, causes regions in he body, under the effect of another, given unity in body action: run merely radiates, but we see light and colour: Chemicals merely diffuse but for us they are smell. The body exists then in units of movement, which echo complex patterns, in unity bequeathed as a w]quality to an body. The body therefore creates unity is the world, unities that it then creates other realties around. That is unties that it then uses t build up realities. Colours and smells create worlds. , they become the sense that a world is given around these points. The extender exists at a point which must be taken into a body, not as itself, for then death follows. I is therefore taken up or into the body as a unity, not a middle, so much as he legacy to the middle of a body of a change beyond it. To [receive is therefore to need to kill is a sense that which one is actually perceiving. Or perhaps it is so long as that perception itself pulls beyond ones own mind and directly forces itself into the mind. That is as long as radiation is a force throughout the inverse, one only wants a slice a part of it needs a body capable of slicing it into elements, and the orchestrating, the element. One needs a body capable of being local caused by it.
That yet as this process or wrapping up a perception or a memory or even a country in a neat little bag, runs across the mind, something rather complex learn happens repeating. What is reputed is not simply the sense the thing was; nor is it merely the difference that it itself as external makes . That difference will certainly be their, and be caught up in the giving. But probably more importantly what is repeated or taken up in the repeating is the same that a mind, and the consciousness of that mind is actually forging something else in echoing the original difference. Joy is trapped in a present as love den then reaped as fear and hope. Te far and hope are the building of a life around love, and the unit of a pleasure tied to a present. On the fixes the powers , and then orchestrates or them.. And yet here of course the difference between the two, the other as it appears in one, and the world as I other it, using that one, as a I make it otherwise to myself, but also to other things. To repeat a world within one, is never the same as grasping the world, anymore than the written word is the same as the spoken, or the thought. Those unseen echoes of difference echo across minds. One is therefore repeating, and yet in repeating on series, perceiving or having colour or hearing, one is also repeating other series, ones of consciousness or meaning, which spin into the first, and are heard also with it. Repeating is therefore actually the repeating of elements that are different in kind. This is even true of hope and love, that appear so very similar. To love another, is to be caught in the movement of a joy. It is therefore to look on them, or smell , is then given a meaning in the world. the experience of love is the experience of transforming and changing in the giving, in the tumble into another. The experience of hope is rather a different fish. To hope is o take that tumble, and its transposing into another, and orchestrate it as a personal force across other others in the world. M tumble into love, I then of itself turned into a force o match the world with I is personalized and dramatized, and they pitch against a world. Te effect, the feeling he world it creates is then different in mind from simply loving That as a an affect pitch an entity between at least two individuals, a vortex that hooked them together, and made each one change: Hope merely is about the soldier self, attempting to force the world to recognize this change, this affect this movement beyond the one identity. The differences of hope and love and send and meaning therefore make the world more or mess complex, and yet in either case, work in the same manner. They translate a world into something other something I a space for a self or soul or mind o inhabit. in their repeating as something different one is then given the illusion that the world has a room of oneself to be within. The body therefore squirts itself into a life. The repeating here is therefore on of series which are not really parallel, as on series will have the motive force ever the other. Thought might pretend languages codes thought, but it never does. I needs the words to be said as well. The series are then merely the same series but heard otherwise, and at a different rhythm. Or better according or how the one series, once finished, is bled into mind A world given to a meaning become the caught n is a doubling do a series; not and, …and….and, so much as this…no…this…no this….
A series that as so very different meaning, depending one where one if in the series. To say this no this, is a statement f meaning. Meanings grow or change or become challenged. To inhabit a fat, becomes complex. But to say no this no…Is a statement of meaning, and the sense one needs to go beyond what one hand thought. To hear a voice is to hear a denial. New needs to extract the meaning beyond the world, one needs define the sense one moves beyond. The moving beyond of a poem or a song, where the sound is also. The place where one leaves the external middle of what is tumbling into a min becomes then complex… The hear is then give in two ways of listening, two senses one I listening to something. And yet of course those two are given in the same voice, in he same repeating of the whole, and he holding o the series in the mind is ten itself the builder on another unity where one doe into notice the difference, even as one honours it, or is dragged by it. One hears then at least two voices, even though one listens to he single series.
To define a mind is therefore to inhabit an odd space in the world. on the one hand one needs o arrange extra value in a n external series. One thereby shifts the nature of that series, it becomes polyvocal. I speaks with two or move voices: I is already saying many things. On the other hand in making his move, and thinking this way, one will give oneself as an entire mind to unit or conjoin these elements.: Words slip into meanings and can note them: We cannot hear the patina of a language – or even its rhythm, and yet their its rhythm is aiding the meaning alone to infusing it. The consciousness therefore
gives itself an off series note, even as it itself is only possible as a series
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meaning in things, and yet it in hearing the initial move defies (but does not
counteract) this characterization, and builds itself in all directions. It
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