Date: Thu, 10 Sep 1998 15:57:38 -0700
Subject: Re: The Garden of The Dead


Ari & Edward,

'Nature is becoming' alright; becoming approximatly mud under the
necessarily denegrating heels of the reappropriation of our own 'twaddle'.
What a relief it is to squat, always ready to begin again, as on a
pantheistic bridge of nihilism, but not!  Before any temporality; reflective
only to the extent that we are deliberately prodigal!  How can the excessive
be 'necessarily produced'?

Perhaps Edward, you oughta practice a little 'indirect communication'.  Ever
pretend devotion to either Irenaeus or the Valentinians merely for the
affect?

To work our way out of confusion is to invite that crisis wrought by the
terrible whirlwind of dialectics where waste is flung beyond the
speculations of any 'outstanding' philosophy.

I am, in perhaps too strong an apparent fashion, recommending the
effectuation of an extraction of objective points that Ari spoke to and
also, as I fantasize, in the way a certain friend or two of mine may be said
to 'lurk' (more tygre than wolf); thus allowing 'futures and others' to
yammer as close to the way they would were they (impossibly) unbesmirched by
their shadowed shadow.  No, I don't pretend they hear silence and see what's
less than apparent, but under such conditions the most amazing consequences
have seemed absent-mindedly predicted.

Dare I say (though without a doubt some of us believe the topic has been
exhausted), that under such circumstances (confused?), boredom is defied?

My most recently favorite quote from the c.u.p.?

"Wherever the subjective is of importance in knowledge, and where
appropriation thus constitutes the crux of the matter, the process of
communication is a work of art, and doubly reflected" (1941, 73).

With the personalites of a nod
and chaos held devoutly apart,

Maldonado