sense sentience sapience

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All that in idea seemed simple became in practice immediately complex; as the waves shape themselves symmetrically from the cliff top, but to the swimmer among them are divided by steep gulfs, and foaming crests.

/ Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse, 1927.

The way things form, and move, and change, and are connected. The geometry, the geometries, the geometrics of history and politics. The topologies and the topological spaces of literature, criticism, theory. The algebraic work of translation — from the cerebellar, and the cerebral, into scrupulous prose, and also from scrupulous prose in one language, into equally, but differently, scrupulous prose in another [scrupulous is, of course, very remote from consummate, discerning, and as for immaculate, impeccable, meticulous, they exist only as the most indistinct of opacities on the most distant of horizons, alongside the completion of this piece, its denouement].

Form, movement, change, connections. These are the earth, the waters, fire, air. The elements through which we are made, shaped, tamed, broken. Whatever we do, whether we choose, or are impelled, or compelled, to construct or dismantle, and through this, to attempt to design, or to attempt to understand the designs — or even merely to exist or survive — these are things we must work with, our materials and our implements — each crafted by, and from, the other.

subject and

Examine for a moment an ordinary mind on an ordinary day.

/ Virginia Woolf, The Common Reader, 1925.

Who is an ordinary man? And why a man? What is an ordinary day? What does ordinary mean? Who decides whether something​/​someone is ordinary? And how in the world, or words, do we do the examining?

object and

The mind receives a myriad impressions —

/ Virginia Woolf, The Common Reader, 1925.

O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall

Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed.

/ Gerard Manley Hopkins, Poems, 1876-1889.

the nature  

— trivial, fantastic, evanescent, or engraved with the sharpness of steel. From all sides they come,

/ Virginia Woolf, The Common Reader, 1925.

Somehow that short summary — of the kinds of impressions that an ordinary mind on an ordinary day […] receives — gives the impression, more than anything else, of a Matrix-like world — the effect elegant, minimalist, substratal, elemental. Much too abstract to make manifest the tides and depths of life, the untold compasses of living, the infinite worlds that endure and coexist.

of reality  

Examine for a moment an ordinary mind on an ordinary day. The mind receives a myriad impressions — trivial, fantastic, evanescent, or engraved with the sharpness of steel. From all sides they come, an incessant shower of innumerable atoms; and as they fall, as they shape themselves into the life of Monday or Tuesday, the accent falls differently from of old; the moment of importance came not here but there; […] Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end.

/ Virginia Woolf, The Common Reader, 1925.

Consciousness is an unending series of sequences [convergent, semi-convergent, divergent…inharmonic, enharmonic, harmonic, melodic] of every sort of light, though perhaps not symmetrically arranged; the luminous aura, an incessant shower of innumerable photons, from the vividness, the external, outward, seeming, semblant, surface clarity of those lights; and as this luminous aura — these photons — move, as particles, in waves, they shape and re-shape and layer themselves into the streaming of consciousness that we call life.


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