That Rocky Orb Feeling

It's Possible

It’s Possible…

It’s possible that the virtual is not in fact all that interesting or should not be our primary concern (while it may be someone else’s). The virtual comes immediately, I mean, for example, if we get a computer and bring it home, then as we slowly explore it or play around with it the virtual life becomes constructed. But is there not also another experience (is there? — I’m not sure), what I want to call the negative? The negative seems closely associated with the virtual even as it “not” anything, that is, uncategorizable.

(The nagging thought here is, why should we be interested at all in the negative? This sounds like being authoritative, of speaking of referring to reasons and experiences that I won’t address here explicitly, but it seems to me that most of what I had been thinking about for the past few days converge on the negative, the notion of the prehistoric, before we become incurably pragmatic — for to “not” pragmatic is not the negative, it is to be to try to be not pragmatic, to attend luncheons for non-pragmatists and so on, and that notion of gravity wells, of how logic can deform history, of modes of insights and becoming cooler — all that can only be related to this not.)

As I was driving home last night I had a kind of sublime thought: “the rocky orb feeling” — I thought, why should we view space as being “out there”, beyond the sky and clouds? Aren’t we in space right now — aren’t I driving an interstellar distance when I go to the grocery store? Isn’t the earth but a rocky orb hurtling through space? I don’t know what to make of this feeling, even though I have been turning it over in my head. I am on the verge of saying something — it feels like we should be able to view everyday life from such a perspective, yet I can’t speak of this feeling without sounding to “pessimistic” or, on the other hand, too uplifting, too sublime. Eg, I read this on Facebook the other day:

The Nitrogen in our DNA, [many other examples], the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interior of collapsing stars. We are made of star stuff. (Carl Sagan)

I remember hovering over that quote for a bit and wanting to complain about it (and not doing so) because it comes so close, yet so far away of course, to what I wanted to express.

So — it seems like I’ve spoken about it by speaking about how I’ve been unable to speak about it, which sounds like cheating. There are feelings that — it feels like — we are too old to appreciate, because we are too tuned to (apparently oxymoronic, but not really) “theoretically pragmatic”, even as we believe ourselves to be free spirits of some sort. But I bring this up as a possible example of the purely negative. I don’t want to write a book detailing the various categories of the purely negative, because this negative is something, some possibility that we have to encounter individually. It is always on the verge of being metaphysically definite, and perhaps we feel we can even talk about it with others, but this aspect of individuality is always there, warping it. It is something — an event — that defeats, for us, every, all attempts to categorize it, while still appearing completely positive, while not being merely a rejection.

Can we say more about it? We can talk about it, it seems, we can publicize it and bring it forth, but only if we keep in mind that such an effort will be political rather than truthful, that we bring forth something public (and therefore, apparently, “true”) only because we have constructed it in such a way, since the purely negative extends beyond us. And conversely, we can speak of cultural clashes, where that which all cultures seem to have in common, from the outset, without any precise communication, is this feeling of pure negativity. It is not the virtual, and yet it seems related to it, it it not precise and lacks a definite form, and yet it returns, consistently.

TBC — How can we relate this feeling to particular forms of virtuality?

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