metonymy4u

The modern western world may be described as that period in the west when we became convinced of the need for…us! Prior to modernity, the universe was seen as the constituted whole creation of the mind of God, to which we were in debt. Indebted because through his wisdom we were set upon a path of endless discovery, to which we had no answer. And the dawnings of all our days were simply more of his endless order and grace. So modernity begins… with a fall from grace. In that the modern world is either unknowable or in chaos. And order is a fictio, a created thing. So we live in a world of poetry, which Plato—(maybe) said was inferior, a copy of a copy. For us, the copy is a copy of what we carry internally. That means: will to power, will to sex, generative grammar, chain of signification, internalized imperative, spark of God, self-certainty of existence. Whatever metaphoric tradition you are buying for the moment. But how would you answer a mystic poet who suddenly got in your face and told you it was the other way around? That the world was whole and only fractured by the prism of your mind? Who wanted to reverse entropy and re-cover the magic? What could you say to that? From your pedestal? From your hill-top?