Noneism. Part 2.

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Noneism is a very rigourous and original philosophical doctrine, by and large superior to the classical mathematical philosophies. But there are some problems concerning the different ways of characterizing a universe of objects. It is very easy to understand the way a writer characterizes the protagonists of the novels he writes. But what about the characterization of the universe of natural numbers? Since in most kinds of civilizations the natural numbers are characterized the same way, we have the impression that the subject does not intervene in the forging of the characteristics of natural numbers. These numbers appear to be what they are, with total independence of the creative activity of the cognitive subject. There is, of course, the creation of theorems, but the potentially infinite sequence of natural numbers resists any effort to subjectivize its characteristics. It cannot be changed. A noneist might reply that natural numbers are non-existent…

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Noneism. Part 1.

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Noneism was created by Richard Routley. Its point of departure is the rejection of what Routley calls “The Ontological Assumption”. This assumption consists in the explicit or, more frequently, implicit belief that denoting always refers to existing objects. If the object, or objects, on which a proposition is about, do not exist, then these objects can only be one: the null entity. It is incredible that Frege believed that denoting descriptions without a real (empirical, theoretical, or ideal) referent denoted only the null set. And it is also difficult to believe that Russell sustained the thesis that non-existing objects cannot have properties and that propositions about these objects are false.

This means that we can have a very clear apprehension of imaginary objects, and quite clear intellection of abstract objects that are not real. This is possible because to determine an object we only need to describe it through its…

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The Speaking Pictures

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By Cergat

A picture spoke to me today, and as I was absentmindedly strolling, roaming, or trotting, at first I was very surprised at the words it used to draw my attention to itself. The words by themselves were not much, a simple “hey girl”, which, no doubt, would have made no impression on any girl out there however desperate, save the fact that I at once remembered that I am not myself a girl. By no means is this to be taken that I am a mature woman. God forbid, no! I am a male. However, the shock of the first moment having passed, I realized the picture was not speaking to me directly, but rather to another picture, which a few months ago I had myself carefully chosen from among millions of other pictures as a suitable face for the cover of one of my books which I had placed online. At this thought I smiled and somewhat timidly but resolutely responded, “hey.” The reply came back almost immediately, “I’m sorry if I am bothering you, I just think you are super-sexy.”

I felt a warm and pleasant flush across my cheeks, which then rushed downward to my neck, chest, stomach, and groins, and very quickly I was entirely overwhelmed with indescribable happiness. I became quite wobbly. I replied, “Thank you. But, having said that, does it solve anything?” To which it answered, “It would if we spent some time together.” In fact, the words it used were rather banal, but I have decided to give the more literary version here, since this writing is meant for more refined natures than your regular surffish. Therefore, I replied, “Do you really suppose that I will spend time with you merely because you said that I am sexy?” – “Probably not,” it said, “but had I said nothing my chances would for sure be zero. This way there’s still a chance.”

Its chances had been zero all along, it merely did not know it. I even felt sorry for it. So I offered some words of consolation, “I see. You are approaching this game statistically. I am sorry but I do not date statisticians.” At this, I think, it either got angry or decided to play it as if it did, so that I’d feel bad about myself and give it another chance, for it said, “Well, I am not playing games. I see you are being sarcastic, but that’s fine, I understand. I am sorry I bothered you.”

It could make me feel bad all it wanted, this was not going to improve its chances because, first of all, it would not be about myself that I would feel bad, and second, things had already been determined long before it decided to speak to me. I admit, the whole affair was very complicated, but at one and the same time there was a certain almost too raw simplicity to it—the lines had already been drawn, the stage had been set, and our roles filled with whatever we had decided to fill them, and now only the act remained, and this act we were playing as though we did not know the end, and that it was, in fact, an act.

In any case, for a brief moment I thought I could probably open its eyes to its, to our, unreality. I thought we could be partners in crime, or in knowledge, which is the same thing, and that I could open a door, or at least a window or a small hole through which I could welcome or shove it to my never-ending misery which, nevertheless, was more grand than its so far “real” life had ever been. Of course, I decided to go about this cautiously for it might run away if it caught a glimpse of the darkness too soon, and while it still had a chance to run. So I said, “I am really not being sarcastic. But in the end everything is a game, so if you are not playing I do not know what you are doing! All I meant was; if you want to play, playing statistically will do no good—there is no action in a statistician’s game.” This was meant to, firstly, encourage it to play, and secondly, to stop it from calculating the odds, in short, to let go and be its stupid self. Then, noticing how its responses had now slowed down and were taking more time to arrive, I added, “Regardless, take care.”

My plan was irreproachable. The answer came back as fast as it was humanly possible, which confirmed for me that my interlocutor was indeed human, and was, therefore, as stupid as I had wanted it to be. It said, “Can we just talk normal?” It was already begging me. In a presumptuous way, no doubt, as is the way of every thing that believes itself to be real and for this very reason wants also to be normal. An outrage, really. For now I realized that I too was on slippery ground. It seemed to me that my busybody had already turned back and was ready to run. My first impulse was to teach it a lesson for those presumptuous words, but ultimately I knew I could not teach it anything for there was nothing more to teach. In any case, to give it a piece of me, which, as can indubitably be understood, I could not really give being merely a picture on a wall. Whatever course of action I chose, it seemed as if the battle had come to an end. I had lost, this I did not expect to turn out any different, but I did not want my not-so-good-human-conversationalist to think it had won. After all, it was it that had run away. If I followed it could take that as further proof that it was superior, which it certainly was. If I did not, it may never come back. I had quickly run out of options.

This is surely not such a great loss however. I have seventy-four other books online, and other pictures speak to me all the time. But I have not yet succeeded in showing any of them that they are not real. And their real life outside their virtual one is not real either, otherwise why would they spend so much of it in their books? Nevertheless, I think that their belief has a lot to do with their having only one book, and only one face on the cover of their book. Their own face. This affords them the illusion that it is an authentic book with an authentic face and an authentic life behind it, pieces of which they can then proceed to narrate to their so-called bookface friends who can make authentic comments about them. It is all a show. The more lives you have, the more books and faces, or bookfaces, the more inescapable the knowledge that there is nothing authentic in your life becomes.

However, do not be alarmed if, as if bound to happen (statistically I mean) you are one of those – and they are many, – that have more than one book. For, now you may be slowly realizing that these are symptoms of schizophrenia, and your first impulse might be to go back and burn your books and with them all traces of your own instability. It is your call, really, but what good would that do you? In fact, were I in your place, I would be more alarmed if I got alarmed, for that shows that the instability has reached all the way down to the core and there is no open path to salvation any longer. You see? Now we are friends, even though we will never really know each-other. This already makes me feel better…

So, since we are now friends, I will tell you more. I have lost the rights to some of my books. I no longer have access to them. Every once in a while, though, I still see them from the window-shop, but I detect no visible sign of life in them. They do not seem to recognize me. Out of curiosity, playfulness, or sheer madness, sometimes I send a message to them, which, of course, always goes unanswered. However, all this has the effect of making me very uncertain about things. What if an unremembering part of me still had access to those books and every now and then checked out the messages there? The possibility of being unable to remember, though quite able to conjecture this scenario, is in itself disconcerting. Am I really the author of those books, or just a manic reader? Does the one who checks the messages on the other side know who I am? Is he reading these words at this very moment?

“Master” Video Series (Part 2, Separation)

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SEPARATION. “Master” Video Series

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The first principle of mastery is SEPARATION, from which we can explore the further concepts of departure, misanthropy, and desperation:

Sub-Concept 1. Departure

The master must leave all others, must withdraw from the everyday world and abandon the reality of the crowds. He must establish a sanctuary at far distances, somewhere in the hills, the caves, the subterranean lairs, a remote island, desert, jungle, or sea. Desolate landscapes where he can buy time to think, buy time to reinvent himself, time to transform into something more than what was allowed before. It is in this seclusion, this nowhere, that he becomes a phantom-being of different proportions, a horrendous or beautiful shadow, and starts to plot his eventual return to the world, both in hostility and in ecstasy.

Example 1. The Old Man of the Mountain

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MASTER VIDEO SERIES (INTRO)

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“INTRODUCTION” (Master Video Series)

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Some might say we no longer live in an age of masters, as if they have somehow disappeared from our cosmos and from the metallic reality of our time. They were the ones of miraculous abilities, those who held certain otherworldly features, like no others, beyond all others, able to control the pathways of delirium, cruelty, hallucination, rumor, healing, and doom.

Above all else, though, the masters understood the many layers of secrecy, and thus they formed the great sects of past centuries. Underground societies, forbidden aristocracies, rebel cadres, cult gatherings, urban gangs, martial arts orders, avant-garde movements, criminal outfits, and mystical circles.

These masters and their alliances wore many masks, and their gifts to enchant the world were beyond measure…at once visionaries, liars, sorcerers, thieves, seducers, and assassins. And still, their obscure ways are something that can be grasped; they are fused together by highly specific and…

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Walter Benjamin’s lost diagrams

In ‘A Berlin Chronicle’ (1932) Benjamin describes a lost diagram:
I was struck by the idea of drawing a diagram of my life, and I knew at the same moment exactly how it was to be done. With a very simple question I interrogated my past life, and the answers were inscribed, as if of their own accord, on a sheet of paper that I had with me. A year or two later, when I lost this sheet, I was inconsolable. I have never since been able to restore it as it arose before me then, resembling a series of family trees. Now, however, reconstructing its outline in thought without directly reproducing it, I should, rather, speak of a labyrinth. I am not concerned here with what is installed in the chamber at its enigmatic centre, ego or fate, but all the more with the many entrances leading to the…

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FREEDOM WITHOUT SELVES. EXPEDITING THE NEMOCENTRIC SOCIETY.

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This post expands on the philosophy of Thomas Metzinger, locating it in relation to Ray Brassier, via a call for the manufacturing and expedition of ever more elaborate forms of alienation (‘superior forms of corruption’, as it has elsewhere been called). This is envisioned as proceeding towards the abolition of the ‘self’ as the presumed center of rational commitments: as Brassier notes, we can (and should) have autonomy (‘freedom’) without selves.

Selfhood is an outmoded GUI. It has long supplied us with an extremely powerful arsenal of explanatory tools regarding behavior and introspection, yet it will at some point have had its day. Path dependency and ‘lock-in’ mean that the cost of ‘switching it out’ has as yet been high; yet technological advancements arriving in the coming decades and centuries will inevitably force us to revise our cost/benefit weighting here.

What is ‘selfhood’? Simply, selfhood arises from an organism’s transparent identification with its…

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Earthmare (Day 2) — The Curse of the Earth

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Considering the weight that Carl Schmitt gives to the etymology of the word nomos, Cergat’s opening words in the second installment of Earthmare: The Lost Book of Wars set the stage for powerful counter-mythologies to current readings of jurisprudence. Benjamin, too, believed that mythology was the beginning of law. But Cergat’s call is not one of anarchy in the realm of the political only, but extends to the realm of the divine, without which the political would not exist, and this includes secular societies. This is an tremendously ambitious project, but one that seems strangely within grasp after reading the first day of Earthmare.

The Greek concept of nomos “rule, order, law” used by Carl Schmitt in the sense of World Order in his work The Nomos of the Earth (see especially, Part V, Ch. 2), finds its anti-civilizational black double and radical other in the Albanian Nëma e Tokës “the Curse of the Earth”, which, in this sense, must be understood in relation to smundë e tokës “the sickness of the earth; epilepsy”.

nëmë namë f. “curse”; nëm nam, namësój “to curse”. Similar to the Greek νομος “law” νέμεσις “wrath, divine vengeance”, and Old Irish námae “enemy”. (Çabej SE vi, 51).

Differently from what is generally assumed as a result of its more known Greek counterpart, however, the word is not precisely a divine decree, for it is formed by metathesis from emën “name”, hence from an obliteration of the Name of the Father (Nomine Patris). The German and English Name and Latin nomine, of course, reassert its opposite connotation, as evinced by the religio-psychoanalytic concept.

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Pirate Philosophy & Post-Capitalism — Deterritorial Investigations Unit

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“In this interview, Gary Hall argues that if we are to move to a post-capitalist society, we need to experiment with new ways of being and doing that are based less on ideas of self-centred individualism, competition and celebrity, and more on openness, collaboration and the gift. The university, he suggests, is somewhere we can […]

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Patriotism as an Ideology

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As the endless autopsies of the 2016 election continue to pour in, what is clear is that the left needs a new organizing message. Luigi Zingales warns us against attacking the man in order to focus…

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As I read the title and the first paragraph of this short article, the often repeated words, “the left needs a new organizing message” immediately hit me. How is it that a political partisan (whether of the left or the right) can say these words and at the same time claim honesty, or in any event, at least some measure of genuine concern about those for whom the message  should be forged? The question is, if the self proclaimed messenger does not even know the message he’s supposed to bring, what claim to leadership does that person have to begin with? Answer: only the desire to lead. The insincerity of today’s political vision is utterly manifest, nowhere more so than in its lack of a vision. I suppose one could write volumes raving about this, but then again, what’s the point? I’d rather change the subject. So, what should we talk about?

The Filatory: Compendium I — gnOme

The Filatory: Compendium I. gnOme. 2016. ISBN-13: 978-1540567512. ISBN-10: 1540567516. 164pp. This collection marks new experimental domains for The Filatory, an unidentified circle that operates with the intent of concealment: re-creating the impulse of secret societies in an age of instant exposure to all kinds of thought. The specific offering found here is a joint effort […]

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Detroit: The World’s Coolest Couch — synthetic zero

Originally posted on peeling walls: Inside the hollow shell of a random Motor City apartment building is one of the best couches I’ve ever found. (And I do mean hollow.) Besides the couch, there’s canned food still in the pantry in a few of the kitchens, as well as a few pieces of lesser furniture and personal…

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Shanty towns & Tent Cities

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Tent cities and camps sprout overnight in different sites and without warning. Then they are made to move again, because as Mayor Silva in Fresno once said, “they are unsightly.” Watching this short (11 minute) documentary though, it became clear to me that there is more at stake in the forceful relocation by police of homeless people when their numbers grow too threatening. They are a brooding ground for dissent against the system. So, the intention is not really to “relocate” since most often than not they do not provide another place for the homeless to go to, but to disperse.

 

State Misogyny: France’s Colonial Unveiling History Against Muslim Women — THE FUNAMBULIST MAGAZINE

A few days ago, Mayor of Cannes David Lisnard promulgated a formal ban on full-body swimsuits worn by some Muslim women on the city’s beaches — these swimsuits are oddly designated as “burkini” when the apparel seems to be a beach equivalent of the chador, not of the burka. The ban stipulates “Access to beaches and for swimming is banned to any person wearing improper clothes that are not respectful of good morals and secularism.”

 

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