From: "adline vanlindenbergh" <bisouxnoursfast-AT-fastmail.fm> To: "adline vanlindenbergh" <bisouxnoursfast-AT-fastmail.fm>, Date: Sun, 15 Oct 2006 10:38:21 -0700 Subject: [D-G] a wish to conclude I have now some time to write and the idea of concluding seeded : what we share, how the point's of view become convergeant by a conclusion. Deleuze in his basing his project upon Spinoza could not do without integrating a divergeant point of view. He thus pulled up Nietzsche to create a pseudo reflexction on Spinoza. It would have been unfare towards good taste to leave his admiration for non solipsistic infloods, to break through the wall of waves with foam, sparkling its zest, to measure fertile ground for liberatates thoughts, at the identity impossible but yet Nietzsche evaluated is also some Messenger who in his writings is not stable and anchored in drift from one cheptel of pink sheep towards the other at the hour midday / midnight, where animals sleep and loose their grips. The attraction towards the table where one lashes as God one's dices, as Dionysos the minuscule god of transformation of writing a way to stress the passage our of duration from the times these long favoured by destinies unapproximated though distant, to near us, and reach towards the sense of our time (the future encompassed)the times these long favoured by tongues of snakes and scaled these lure us indefinitely towards the emancipation of passage in Ethics, affirming without discontinuous stability, the logic of steadfastness, and enjoyment of our power to construct with our brains a way for our neurons to interact harmonously and echo like bells stuck like steel and copper in a programme of layers which decode, which analyse a path by which to attain felicity in our journey. But for Nietzsche this passage was crushed into an eternity which he lived and it is attractive and rebutting because these last words are so full of mysticism supposedly Nietzsche was living in a way he had integrated the surface of "the" event, which Deleuze tried to surf upon. This event is absent from our direct account of it in the writings of Spinoza. Neurons I sayth, yet there for ethology of mankind, is there not a word that hovers, and scratches, and nears by, as neurons are butter for sensations, ie. waves invisible to the senses, but yet livable. Lived actually by mankind. The quale of sensation. The neurons need to be frayed, holes need to bypass, so as to let the packets of sensations which were quale experienced by us as much as by any other animal. The hint towards Nietzsche's Midnight/Midday event is baptized, and experience ought to be organized towards an unbroken heart. How to fill the heart with the sensations alluded by Mankind's ethological practice upon itself and advance and fashion a perspectivist impact set on a flaming sunshine? The ship is ready, and parts the dim line between Oceanic drifts ashore. Impossibly zeon is our friend, and nicely covers the bed of roses with a tissue of immaculate conceptuality. Spinoza rediscovered by our peers in the track of pain and endurance. Spinoza looping mirrors of uncertainty when the thin icecover makes the neurons of Earth itself. The dirty conclusion to end the debate. The gesture of ongoing dismall calling about our gluant going and goings. Kiss Filya -- adline vanlindenbergh bisouxnoursfast-AT-fastmail.fm -- http://www.fastmail.fm - Access your email from home and the web _______________________________________________ List address: deleuze-guattari-AT-driftline.org Info: http://lists.driftline.org/listinfo.cgi/deleuze-guattari-driftline.org Archives: www.driftline.org
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