From: "Edward Moore" <monsieurtexteem-AT-hotmail.com>
Subject: Im-bedded mis-pris(i)on
Date: Fri, 03 Apr 1998 20:03:44 PST


Viewing the body as a prison,
and proceeding from that prison to rise ...
 
Using the body as an anchor,
the mind expands safely,
preserving it autonomy.

A mind that knows the All
has expanded to dissolution.


       The mind that preserves itself IN ITSELF is immortal
       and creates its own temporality and realm.


The self-generating mind of wisdom:

it needs not the material world
(I say not 'external' -- since the pure mind acknowledges no such petty 
distinctions)

The pure mind possesses itself,
and generates thought, which expands
by degrees and ends exhausted      the material world
but it soon turns back on itself
and repeates the cycle, each time
supplementing itself in endless revision.

Perfection is the 
ability to
do this continuously --

unless we consider death
to be perfection.

But the one who begins to BE in exhaustion is at a loss, and must engage 
in the struggle.

This struggle involves a sacrificing of the self to the material world, 
which becomes fetishized.

An object negated through subordination to an end in which it cannot 
take part nor reap the benefits of ...

For it is mindless and insensible 
like the boot which the fetishist
sniffs and licks --
even while it is worn
by the woman --

The boot does not share in the arousal, nor does it reach mutual orgasm.

Fetishism, or wordly sacrifice, is solipsistic to the extreme.

~~ The sacrifice I speak of consists in the transformation of an 
unpleasant annoyance, like the odor of a worn boot, into an erotic 
object of transgression -- a pleasure that is not contained in the 
object itself, but rather resides wholly in the individual encountering 
the object.  The individual imparts something of himself to the fetish 
object, thereby exalting it -- however momentarily -- and destroying it 
is the union, as he experiences a rapture, his eyes turned upward to 
heaven, while the muddy sole of the boot remains on the ground ....




Edward Moore,
in 'coniuntionis mysterium' _avec_ Bataille



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