Friday, May 22, 2009

The Totalization of Shadows, Part XXI

Say that there is a socially-available toolkit of socially-constructed tools for reaching into whenever something needs to be gotten or gotten done.

Socially-constructed: let’s recognize this isn’t completely correct. We’ll go very soft on this point…There are myriad ways and levels and methods and modes of input for the way these tools were put together…We’ll have to recognize these as “fuzzy” tools, too.

That there is such a toolkit or access to it is the last thing on anyone’s mind. Though some of the society are highly-placed while others are enslaved, no one ever believes or in a way needs to believe this has a bearing on access to the toolkit.

Strangely, the people who use the tools the most are not the most-highly placed. The people who most freely come and go from the toolbox are quite a bit below the most- highly placed.

These most-highly placed go to the toolbox with the approximate frequency of the most- lowly placed.

No one is aware of the toolkit or the activity of going to it or discrepancies of access to it and the toolkit isn’t some sort of magic treasure chest either. Even if it could be conceptualized, it would not be conceptualized as some repository of wealth, wisdom, resources, “riches.”


I will short-circuit the story I was going to tell…I have to, because it would get so very long. What has happened when one wishes to escape in order to arrive and wishes to escape by the very means by which one is entrapped? One escapes into the very thing from which one is escaping and could never see it? One leaves one’s culture as a culturally-sanctioned act but in the fashion of truly mired up mess, the action is neither culturally-sanctioned nor not, nor an action or not? One goes to the woods, but with a Panopticon strapped to the back? This is a long story to tell.

"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life…”-Thoreau


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