helio’ryx

The wound of discontinuity.

The greater a subjects self awareness, the greater its knowledge of its individuation.

to know that “I am”, carries with it an understanding of what “I am not”.

This is precisely where the wound sits.

For the more I recognise who I am, I recognise how we differ. Whatever part of me which I carry alone, which you do not carry within you, is a sense of becoming which I can only understand.

After all, how would you understand what does not already exist inside you.

Hence what I carry alone is only what I can recognise. I guess language exists to try communicate this internal reality of mine, to make a bridge between you and I, nest the the feelings, thoughts and imaginations in symbols and words that we can share that make my reality one that can be understood

However to submit my internal musings so language is to destroy it, castrate it, mould and bend it to fit within the categories of words and descriptors which we commonly share in language

The unfortunate truth is that we can never can be truly and fully known through the means of language, for language is castration

This is precisely where the wound bleeds

To be forever unknown