Threshold diary: To be disclosed
As I entered a sacred sanctuary of the religion with no name, a high priest began to preach, “Let me attempt the usual folly of defining the infinite through finite forms. Let me elaborate on the ineffable by effable means. I will try an asymptotic approach of the untouchable line. A divination of discernment of what is and what isn’t divine.”
The priest paused, thoughtfully looked up, and then went on, “Just words added unto a pile of words that never ends and always adds up to infinity. A stripping away and adding on with no final form in mind. A performative dance around the centre without ever stepping into it. A detailed determination of distinct characteristics that dissolve on closer inspection. So, as I linguistically walk into a foolish trap, I draw a map of something that can not be found on a map.”
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After another short pause, the priest carried on, “Why waste any words on something that can not be spoken about, you might ask. Why even begin the impossible, uncompletable task? Something that can only end open-ended? What is the point when the point talked about can not be reached or talked about? Wouldn’t talking about a point that can’t be talked about mean that I am talking about the wrong point? You might think that, and you might be right. But wouldn’t I also demonstrate that the point I am actually not talking about, while talking about how I can’t talk about it, be an interesting point to make?”
