Note 11

Where does this form turn in its boundless craving for the recreation of reality as a kind of erotic freedom? Encapsulated in functional cages and routed into the over worn paths that break into no living future, all is withdrawn into cynical understanding that functions to protect one from the shadow in the corner, the unmet desire, the object of the unattainable Real. Transcendence, being detached from illusion as its greatest symptom, rears its hungry head in the dark still ponds of modernity, striving with immense energy towards the retreating future, stumbling into things, into furniture, into alcohol, into the waste products of the ecstasies of the past that has exhausted itself and therefore, with implacable right, fail to generate the similar terms of of fulfilment to which its role and its creation was to perform. Is there a philosophic craving in the man of action, so that this disrreality and triviality is elevated into the immense symbol of his striving made objective and therefore responsive, interesting? In that sense, a diagnosis of creeping decay is possible, as in all other over-formed ages, but the terms of renewal have yet to be conceived: the longer the lack of vision draws the bow, the more dangerous the point of release.