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Moving and standing at once. Progress made in the mind, not seen, even if all the outward progress of expansion, travel, even as in travel we rest waiting at the same time as we are moving.

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Order is obsession.

There is no distinction between the objective fact and psychological disposition as extraneous or accident in a perceptive system, a kind of falling into subjective state as if a weakness or condition. Condition, here, nicely bears the crux of the contest, if not contradiction. Substance -- underlying (hypo-keimenon) -- or qualification. Presupposed or predetermining, or mode. Where this is assemblage, bringing together, combination or conjunction, metaphor. Going over things in the mind, falling back into patterns as lists, ways of ordering or associating.

Perhaps -- here, provisionally -- the best gloss or header for all this -- indeed another term to order -- is "grasp." Something to catch up not only the exchange between the mind and hand in the sense of comprehension, holding or embracing or encompassing, but also the sense of impulse involved, reflex, passion or even desperation. The impetus -- both material (that axis of energy) and psychological (that inclination).

There is no paranormal if there is no normal. In the same way that the "problem" of psychology is collapsed at the same time as extended, collapsed by this extension -- that there is not first a tabula rasa of psychological state, to which bad states occur like accident or invasion or infection -- rather psychology is always this problematic to which successive reflexive maneuvers occur -- in the same way that psychosis is the path to which psychological development is bound even by virtue of that most unnatural of laws, language, we can see that there is not an order of things apart from this interest, all too avid. The obsessive neurotic, even OCD, are not then accident, extrinsic, pure aberrations, so much as acute formations of the "inherent" situation.

Order is thus already impulse, impetus, intention or inclination. Before any deformity of a need for conrol, order already names it, the "intent" or doing. Just as the basis of power is in "to be able," etymologically as well as, the capability of something, across the arc of the powerlessness or inability that would close, the making happen that would transcend something that occurs as an obstacle, threat, limit, lack, even condition.

Of course there is no way to communicate, or even sense -- to make sense -- without this ordering occurring, this colliding and adhering and striking off, clusters forming, formation itself, that is this order, this randomness that is order and vice versa.

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"Terminator" and "Terminator 2" have a premise that creates the same imaginary situation as Grand Theft Auto. The normal order of things has been superceded, suspended, is moot. There is an objective or a view, a sense to things, that renders all the usual order secondary, if not useless. Want a car? Take it. Weapons, the clothes off someone's back? Worried about repurcussions? What repurcussions are greater than the death of all human life? Politeness, manners, hurting someone's feelings, the police? The social order has all been subordinated. Perhaps it's to a greater consideration, a greater order, as opposed to GTA which simply as a simulation is already outside the usual order. This is the sense of gratuitousness of life as referred to by Antonin Artaud. Something like that sense of being on holiday in another place you don't live, outside the daily order, that can also be brought by disasters: earthquakes, the plague.

But, first of all, or perhaps most broadly of all, what do we call this? When we have scenario, condition, imagination, order, postulation, premise, proposition and supposition all mingled together in ways we can't quite separate them? This involves an ideational content which even fact depends on, certainly where sense or perception are concerned. But what is the largest frame, here? What subtends the rest? Sense? Idea? Even for any actual order or situation, there must be a sense of what that is, and to go about that in another way, the sense of things can seem unduly strong on the "inside" of a person relative to what it looks like to the rest of us outside. I might be extremely depressed about a bill that is due in 25 days. This is a fact, part of the situation, the circumstances, but it is not pressing in the same way on anyone else, and I may be inordinately hung up on this one part of the more general situation, measured perhaps precisely by what other things I'm ignoring or neglecting to consider as much. What if there were a rattlesnake in front of me right now and I was instead worried about that bill due in 25 days?

Of course, in "Terminator," and even more so in "T2," there is also the reversal that occurs, as in vampire movies, where something that in real life would be considered superstitious if not mad is appodictically right and all the conventional understanding, factual or not, is wrong. The premise of the fiction here stipulates this reversal, allows it if not demanding it. It's the play in this that's significant, and the sense of the word as slack or give goes a very long way to funding the other sense of amusement, frolic, in this case.

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The contradiction of capitalism: how is any recognition of you ever real since I must by definition always make you the expense of me. I have to support me as an ultimate value regardless of anything that would be in the equation to give me value. "MY" over anything it would qualify. As if all only qualified it, but thus empty as foregone conclusion. Effective solipsism. Solipsism default, forced, even if not outright, intended, wanted. Even when this is recognized, everyone must still fall into it: even this recognition must devolve to mine v. yours.

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So you wait to sell because the price goes up, but you don't wait to sell because it goes down. Everybody being real smart together. Let's all agree to behave entirely independently from each other to mutually exploit each other by sheer chance. And then pretend that trying to outguess each other is science or smart or expertise or even knowledge. And that "fairness" would ever be anything but seeking every unfair advantage. The "science" of economics.

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Do you know what dead feels like? It feels like nothing. Do you know what waking up from death feels like?

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You can't give your heart away. It has to be stolen.

The most unconditional gift, without calculation or anticipation or expectation of return, is theft.

Perhaps the one thing given in return is this understanding.

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