So, I’m still reading. Today not so much though, since a weird phenomenon has occurred; it feels like something has started spinning in my head. Like literally spinning at high-speed right at the core of my brain. Honestly, it’s a little inconvenient because what I can best describe as the centrifugal force is making me very dizzy, sometimes to the point of actually having to hold on to something not to tilt. Even when I’m already lying down. All day I’ve been pondering this new experience and so far I’ve formed two working theories to guide my further exploration; brain tumor or enlightenment. Possibly both.
Yesterday I finally got started on A Thousand Plateaus by Deleuze and Guattari and I’ve been able to continue for short periods today. That book is brilliant and I’m challenged, inspired, confused, and completely in love.
This is from the very beginning of it:
“… Since each of us was several, there was already quite a crowd. Here we have made use of everything that came within range, what was closest as well as farthest away. We have assigned clever pseudonyms to prevent recognition. Why have we kept our own names? Out of habit, purely out of habit. To make ourselves unrecognizable in turn. To render imperceptible, not ourselves, but what makes us act, feel, and think. Also because it’s nice to talk like everybody else, to say the sun rises, when everybody knows it’s only a manner of speaking. To reach, not the point where one no longer says I, but the point where it is no longer of any importance whether one says I. We are no longer ourselves. Each will know his own. We have been aided, inspired, multiplied.”
There are plenty of their thoughts that I’m not yet able to fully grasp but still enough for me to grow wings and take off into a reality where being is just an attempt to freeze the constant dynamics of becoming.
So although the dizziness has prevented me from dancing today, the book has enabled me to fly – I think that’s an acceptable trade-off.
Jonathan Safran Foer – Tree of Codes
As you explore the layers of fragmented meaning…
This book is brilliant.
“No matter how busy you may think you are, you must find time for reading, or surrender yourself to self-chosen ignorance.”
It’s Sunday. It’s raining and doesn’t look like it’s going to stop anytime soon. I just got back home from the library with a heavy treasure of books. I always get carried away and simply have no self discipline when it comes to books.
I’ve put a Mozart piano concert on the cd player and made myself a huge cup of soy latte. Then put on my comfy pajamas and woolen socks and turned on the heat. In a few minutes I’ll sit down leaning up against the warm radiator, surrounding myself with a mountain of books.
I really love days like this.