A wall is a filter of the chaos of reality, a focus on the everythingness/nothingness that makes up the fabric of existence. This focus allows for ‘making sense’ of the chaos, it allows for inhabitation. A certain perspective on the chaos categorise it into usable information, we can distinguish food from friends and foes etc. Intelligence/identity is a product of a cluster of different perspectives. ‘We’ are a product of the many clusters of filtration systems/perspectives we use to make ‘sense’ of the world and make it inhabitable for us. All our senses and the way we process information is a product of making sense of the chaos. E.g. our vision premieres information with high light contrast or high speed since this information is generally more essential to our survival - the colourful fruit in the tree, the fast moving black shadow of a predator in the bushes.
These clusters of perspectives grows like cancers in the chaos, we collect/perspect more and more and grow more and more complex. From our perspective, it seems like we are striving towards more complexity - just because it is that perspective we maintain to perceive this complexity. Our expansion is dependant on us acquiring new perspectives, to maintain ourselves - our perspective-cluster - in a constant state of expansion.
Intelligence/identity is a gradual scale of complexity of perspective clusters.
A wall is a perspective, since it filter parts of the everythingness/nothingness from others, hence making the perspective. The brick wall filter weather from our home, while the window permits sunlight, and so on;
…walls are the martial declaration of the intent to repel all delinquent perception and all illicit communion. They are not simple barriers to energy-transfer, but barricades that prevent entropy of our dream world, be it a personal or a universal dream, by eliminating that part of the other more disparate world which fails to conform to it.
I don’t want words that other people have invented. […] Each thing has its word, but the word has become a thing by itself. Why shouldn’t I find it? Why can’t a tree be called Pluplusch, and Pluplubasch when it has been raining? The word, the word, the word outside your domain, your stuffiness, this laughable impotence, your stupendous smugness, outside all the parrotry of your self-evident limitedness. The word, gentlemen, is a public concern of the first importance.
As photographs give people an imaginary possession of a past that is unreal, they also help people to take possession of space in which they are insecure.
The idea of calm exists in a sitting cat.
…the material as such, being relatively formless, is relatively ugly. Art implies a transformation of the material, the impression of a new form on material that had been more or less formless; and it is precisely in this sense that the creation of the world from a completely formless matter is called a “work of adornment.”
Philosophers introduce new concepts, they explain them, but they don’t tell us, not completely anyway, the problems to which those concepts are a response. […] The history of philosophy, rather than repeating what a philosopher says, has to say what he must have taken for granted, what he didn’t say but is nonetheless present in what he did say.
I interviewed a friend, who explained how the act of wearing an earring as a man in public in highly conservative Moldova made him feel safe. Even though everyone looked suspiciously at him and people shouted after him he felt that he felt safer being himself than being who they expected him to be. This is an inhabitable wrecking ball.