The Problems Of Living As Part of a Species that Would Rather Die with a Lie than Live with the Truth: On the Salvatory Property of Bullshit
Art imitates life insofar as each interpretation made human is a creation of certainty and ambition. Certainty and ambition having an intimate possession of reality, we make this reality ours by interpretation. In the process of interpretation a certain and ambitious microcosm crystalizes into being in the same manner everything else in the universe comes into being. We react the same way an atom would react. An atom reinterpreting reality with every action the same as us.
An atom, however, acts with consistency where our interpretation, being a recursive interpretation itself, hosts the chaos between certainty and ambition. There is a platform we’re our thoughts resides. Your own platform was constructed independently of me yet we understand each other. A greater platform hosts us both and our interpretation. On this platform we stand. On your platform I fall off. Only you are hoisted with your certainty and ambition. Falling back the interpretation that raises all, your own interpretation is judged. Ambition reignites the dogma that, through circular logic, has made us who we are. We turn our back to the universe and praise the dogma that hosts are ambitions and certainties. The circle, the turning away, makes us belief in objects where there are none. Objects defined by their containment, apart from our platform. The thing in itself that isn’t my responsibility and that falls away.
In the very moment of creation where we turn our back to open interpretation, replacing it with dogma, Art is created. The circle that cements our certainty becomes itself an object for the universe to bombard, to make uncertain. Tested against our ambition, the universe speaks to us in riddles. The universe moves us to change in contrast with our wants and expectations. Life overrules art and, under its criticism, we shape shift and adopt, circling around what we know and what we want. In a frantic existential threat, we run away with what we can into the open embrace of the universe to be judged again.
