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Allegory of Philo▲Sophy

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vendredi 17 octobre 2008

Two little princes endowed of an infallible wisdom, two small demons devoid of any prejudice, come discover our world to, the time come, reveal us all its secrets.

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"We recognize the things, we do not know them."
( Gilles Deleuze - Proust et les signes - 1964 )

To explore the worlds, Sophy always gains height. Higher she rises, the more she expands the scope of her discernment. Nothing escape her, to and fro, until the extreme horizon. She can not suspend the time for eternity, but she can embrace the entire macroscopic space at each new instant.

Her high sensitivity allows her to see everything at once, but all these things simultaneously perceived seem clumsily entangled. Only able to designate individually sufficiently stable regroupments, she deduces that she can only classify them gradually, and only deconstruct them through successive refinements.

So Sophy strives to distinguish the slightest movement, to remember the position of each arrangement at any time. Unable to inventory everything at once, she must surround each wide area into one whole view. She must remember all of them, not to miss anything until the end, to hope to analyze, one day, this incommensurable and dazzling entirety.

Will she resist to any holistic temptation ? To find a lasting and stable classification including each category among all at once ? Only one category for each thing, so that each category gives its meaning to its thing, essence and substance finally joined, intelligible and sensitive at once ?

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"On can rectify the error, only within the error."
( jef safi )

To explore the worlds, Philo always digs down the depth of things. The more he burrows, the more he refines the acuteness of his understanding. Nothing escape him, from top to bottom, until the extreme depths. He can not take the space in its entirety, but he can pick off each microscopic piece of eternity at each new depth.

His great insight allows him to inventoy everything without any exception, but all these things individually extracted seem sadly sparse. Unable to categorize them in sufficiently stable regroupments, he induces that he can only identify them bit by bit, and only reconstruct them by successive clusters.

So Philo strives to label each extracted object, to remember the position of each fragment at each depth. Unable to mine eveything at once, he must identify each thing as one singularity. He must remember all of them, not to drop until the end, to hope to synthesize, one day, this endless and obscure enumeration.

Will he resist to any reductionist temptation ? To find a lasting and stable classification for each thing among all at once ? Only one thing for each category, so that each thing gives its meaning to its category, substance and essence finally joined, sensitive and intelligible at once ?

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"One can orientate the wandering, only within the wandering."
( jef safi )

Time is come to reveal us immanences and transcendences of our world. But how to conciliate the deep consistency of Sophy’s arrangements with the wide perspicacity of Philo’s inventories ? Which Word to say the harmonious reliance of their respective wonders ?

Philo and Sophy complete their exploration by our words, to retain the more right, to conjugate the truest, to neologize the nicest. Unfortunately our language shows itself nebulous, sadly confused, awkwardly ambiguous, tragically ambivalent, cruelly disjunctive.

Endowed of an infallible wisdom, devoid of any prejudice, going away to other worlds, they give us the keys to penetrate our own. Will these dialemmas rectify our filters ? Will they revise our index ? Through what forms our affects and our percepts will emerge from our planes of resilience ?

Let us think-classify these dialemmas in a performative semantic network. Let us dis(re)construct the metaphysical enemies, the subjective opponents, the manichean disjunctions, the mechanist dialogics, the theogical exclusions, the recurrent dialectics. Let us invent the idiom of a new rhizome ; let us be our dialemmatics !

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"What embellishes the desert, is that it hides a well somewhere."
( Antoine de Saint-Exupéry - Le petit Prince - 1943 )

Two little princes endowed of an infallible wisdom, two small demons devoid of any prejudice, are now reasonning in each one of us. One can not reveal the same secret twice ? Time is come to create new ones together, as so many intimate extimacies !