Mythological Being of Reflection by Markus Gabriel is first chapter in book called Mythology Madness and Laughter. Second and third chapters of book are by Slovoj Zizek.
When first I tumble into a project like this, always ends up first being about me. What draws me here? Cause La Philosophe is all about depth. Its the depths of wildness, of laughter and tears, of demonic inspissation, that among other things, doubles over and over into vertigo, and fell me into quest, as madness.
Fortunately then it becomes about what other people are doing, best as I can figure, perforcing an obligation to what Beckett calls The Auditor, and what lately I am calling the dept. head. Addressing section by section, paragraph by paragraph, slow as I go…
Domain of all Domains = ∞ = ∄
Markus Gabriel’s chapter on Mythology and Reflection tours classic byways of academic philosophy, rocking-horse digs through great philosophers orientations on meaning, and doting chivalrously on the language, punctiliously too, goes in at outer edges of the language – where with great fascination philosophers turn with keen Homeric attempt to define, refine constants, variables, conditions of being & consciousness, and of meaning and the sublime.
Where meaning in terms of being pushes up against the limits of experience and turns into that which is – but isn’t, how for instance an excess of intent corrupts into delicious lies, glowing impossibilities – as opposed to dealing with finite objects.
Gabriel sorts and sifts through an appropriation of mathematical thinking, starting straight off with sets. Also known as domains. Domains/sets are a mathematical tool used to ascribe structure and placement to interacting particulars. Philosophy created maths as a way to describe solids, space and number.
Sets open “emptiness” up to the infinite. As you can have an empty set with infinite brackets – or to put it another way, can have an infinite set that at bottom is empty.
Markus Gabriel runs naive ontic monism – God / the One single true general theory, as a domain of all domains through requirements of set theory, w.r.t. its being representable in theory by a domain of one, a domain of all domains. And shows why in logic (faith leaps, logic requires proof) it doesn’t work.
First inner doublings apparently exist in minds eye a priori, as being and appearance form a double, right off the bat. You and you in the mirror of your thoughts are being and an appearance. Reflection is an appearance. Being is more a quality as a quantity. Consciousness occurs as a double, being in reflection, God occurs as a double, being in reflection, reflection replicates itself within itself, as a continuum. Without completion, except of course death.
Take it from me – one of the lures of death, of nothingness, as a destiny – is the lure of completion (I’m out of here).
And second, the domain of all domains would have to be a set of proper objects, otherwise you are only dealing in reflection, myth is created out of consciousness, out of reflection that replicates itself within itself. Objects are objects because they can be determined (even higher order domains, or an incommensurable).
If its an object it would have to exist, if it exists it would have to be inside the domain of all domains – in standard set theory, you cannot be an object that is the entire thing and a member at same time – thats another bracket, tripping it into an infinity of replicating outer limits, that is vertiginous. A domain of all domains is also a place without completion.
Perforcing its double, that it is somewhere that is nowhere, opening it up to the void, exposing an unending bottom, that forsakes of nothingness, and an infinite top as that leap, that hurtle, after transcendence. Either of whose completion cannot be pinned down, in logic –
Philosophy of Revelation
Next journey Markus takes us on is through what has been uncovered about the nature of reflection, and how reflection is preconditioned by an “uncanny principle” (Schelling), of it being greater than itself.
STOP READING HERE. the rest is still all “tumbling dice.”
Recursiveness is very big in thoughts on thoughts, in terms of systems (computers) as well as sorrows (death).
Thoughts hit up against what hurts/asserts as an absolute negative and then philosophy vies desperately to find a cut between what is of it and what is not, except that all it is is language and suddenly words start turning loops, seemingly impossible to adequately domain, to set absolute –
And instead stumbles into revelation, with romantic defiance. Drilling down through depths of phenomenological hell, like a laughing dialectical phantom with an out to lunch sign.
These certain areas of phenomenology blew like wheat in fields of grey hopeless mourning, of sunless shine on sorrows of loves being rained on broken and forlorn, with me (gasp gasp) grasping for wood and instead blew in constructive/desconstructive castles in air & hair reverential – this girls heart complicit with the Almighty (grump) right there at the Pump.
Trauma of God
God is an uncanny revelation. The unity of being vs neurotic consciousness. Next to this I put a star. And of course here I am grumbling manifestly about explosions of sorrow and desire, as thoughts benighted by love, got eclipsed, as though pulled out of the square by a hair, from the suffocating reign of time, in a series of vivid wicked near breathless breakthroughs.
Breaking throughs, from what had been a very idealistic and yet repressive dogma. And how it happens as revelation. As though falling through a hinge that is suddenly searching (increasingly desperate) for unity – among rebel throws! Here it comes:
Beauty as Nihilism.
The delicious contempt of a nihilistic virtue, as an opening into the void, a transcendence based on yearning for something truer than true, for higher and higher and higher ground. Gabriel describes (in stark philosophical terms) as a denial of appearances, isnt that lovely – winding out into a dismantling of the (great) beyond.
notes working on
Sealed off in an encounter with reflection, know that feeling. Here is Gabriel “… sealed off from world, eternally caught up in an unfulfilled desire to encounter the world” he describes as an internalizing of the world, since Descartes. I read philosophy because it helps disentangle madness from the turbulence of its seductions. Being a victual of The Seal is definitely one of them. He calls it reversionary where “soul mysteriously regresses back to origin(s)…” And there where I see sacrificial ecstasy of medieval Mary’s eyes yearning towards heaven over horror of everybody (from plagues) dying, and that religious mood of reification as complicity.
The uncanny stranger. I distinctly remember when pressing my luck in hopeless love, incurring violently at times a sudden new capability for visions, and what a relief at knowing I was seeing more than I’d ever previously been allowed to admit I saw, before. Like one night suddenly shooting at baskets and you hit 3 out of 4, just because you can feel where the sweet spot is. (Does not last.)
But the stranger thing was, however I would try, there was no where to put these things without blanket denial – except there from which it seemed to spring – in delicious tumults of magic & horror that occurred for me inside a blessed jar of desire – whose virtues I dare not trust. However could not resist, as found they made me feel drunk with life.
Admit! Have always lived in something I call The Jar. A jar of glorious contempt. Was born into it. Cropped up young.
As a rejection of the impotence of time, in favor of magic, religion and magic have that foolish side to them. My little foolish ship in a floating away jar.
That a side has always, always lived raging behind a precious seal of contempt.
What a horror I became when the madness broke out. Treading deliciously on other people I was in love with to kick the bottle, make it crash. To break my ship out of its suffocating feudality.
And it worked like spirit arising out of lamp, it really did at first, as if an awareness was being stumbled into that never knew I had –
Disenchantment of disenchantment
Gabriel refers to something of nihilism being a disenchantment of disenchantment, my new fave the double no, the double “dis,” how transcendence comes through disenchantment of disenchantment – therefore: enchantment.
Enchantment being a big word for me. As stolen from William Burroughs as a way of explaining a spell of madness emerging it seemed from under a vast tissue of lies?
And an enchantment that along the way ate its own tail, turned rotten, deadly, no matter what anybody did to try help me calm down – I’d fall in again and again, into such a wild state of panic, beyond anything I could have ever imagined I’d ever put myself through, for reasons that on the surface could not acquit themselves, as madness poured in with unfathomable chaos & ruthlessness.
Now I try think of these things as roots of theatre, so as to create a place for, not as hypnotic or deadly, my being host to wildly submerged unending sets, seesawing with seeming frantic contradiction, as slither through my hair with a monstrous love – for well, the subtexts of tragedy, glory of death, magic of hysteria, etc.
The book is called Mythology Madness and Laughter. There are two more chapters to go. She rubs her hand over the mythical lamp. Last two chapters in book are by Mr. Zizek. Starting them now very shortly.