On Punctuating the Breath

Because they cannot spell a different orientation other than dualism, they have remained fixated on the traumatic and befriended paranoia- and thus they misspell Desire for jouissance according to the Other.

And in all his glory and knowledge, the exalted abecedary of topology was wrong along with his beloved Aristotle, for, constant change is not a matter to conflict with arguments in a generic manner as Aristotle did, that is, to philosophize on it outside of its context and set it within a supposed bastardized topology, but to specify its context that can only be the ethic of life which creates: in this case the formation of analysts: can this formation be supported by anything else other than constant change: τὰ πάντα ῥεῖ, and how does this movement called formation can be stopped, if itself is a source of a living desire? How can desire stop, and how can a breath stop when it is the repressed kinesis, that which was subtracted for the sake of the static, the infamous mirror, who knows not about desire? Desire said the Lord God functions not on the principles of Aristotle but on the τὰ πάντα ῥεῖ. 

And that is why the Pharisaic crow has spitted pitifully a few sentences to the priests of Gahanna that at the end, and after all, Lunguage is beyond the threshold of the Aristotelean organon- that beautiful Πνοή του Λόγου, for, those beasts who have the decency of hearing and also process some amount of random kindness shall be able to sniff from their cages what Heraclitus has sang to us, that the logic is not the organon through which the subject discovers the world and not even the signifiers and the object- one ought to create a world: in the similar manner one ought to wonder in his fearless sleep To which Act my Breath and my Desire correspondent, and not to which parts of my history and language does my symptom fit.

And to wonder means to wonder and not to wonder like the Golden Ass, whose intemperate prying for magic and not his desire has let to a metamorphosis, from the speaking being to the braying being. A note indeed of musical donkeyness for those who, although claiming to have access to desire, behave like widows murmuring condolences to their lost sexuality, teaching the students to protect the ego or commemorating like proper vicious masters that It is to early for such an intervention as if there is a proper template for what circumstances the session or life will bring forth; they seek to establish, they say, a strong bond, a relationship with the patient, who actually becomes a patient under them, a relationship that will hold when the powerful insights arise, yet, they have no idea despite some of them been Lacanians that a relationship is strong because of desire: I feel pity for their spouses because they enjoy the traumatic too much, certainly more than what they enjoy the Act: they know not that the unconscious, the unbewusste, is not to be negotiated in the fathoms between organism and environment or Subject and Other- but between Act and Apraxia.

And yet again the Lord God responded to the faces of misery and arrogance, and himself sang to them that the death drive appears in the clinic later on and stronger, when the act is in process and it stays, to puzzle the glorious analyst: it will puzzle them because the analysts are resistant to the Act, they are allergic; Freud’s death drive has to do with the re-appearance and the complain of the symptoms: he has created a few dozen of masters to which the analysands reacted, for the master knows not the ways of the Act because he faiths the structure: They want to return to the inorganic because they know not how to Act- the seek death for they do not understand life: the punctuation of the breath is about that Act that is not only at the level of nomination and the use of the phallus- but an act which constructs a New-Body; a new atheism if you prefer- one that the pharisees will not perceive because it requires the drop of the Other as everything, even though the Borromean knot is not capable of revealing the ways of desire and especially this new body because it is centralized around an object and not an Act.

On the Kinesis of the Unconscious.

Regnabo, Regno, Regnavi, Sum sine regno: the letter is Empirical- it is EmpiReal: there is no silence to the drive, unless one cannot hear very well- a true gift for an analyst to grasp the double image of the object whose binary functions can either orient to desire or to jouissance, which is not alone and not mystical,  but with the company of the Other: and because the tachyon, that letter carrying the lights and the letter’s own voice, truly beyond the enlightenment of the imaginary and the image, onto this moving target that moves towards the Βίος of the Heraclitean bow and not in elliptic paradoxes, what is the place of activity of a Cause of desire, which is not a position, is the identification with the object, that which causes desire, not the symptom∙ that my dear unfaithful Thomas, trapped into the circle and the repetition of a meaning yet with the explanations of the Other, locates the kinesis of the unconscious onto the source of the drive and not its tip.

 

And when the object itself  and not its gloominess con-courses the subject, it is not from the phallus that one offers the gift of belief  to an axiom of language, but to the letter that is unparticular inflowing the realm that it is not even uncanny, an EmpyReal to which many an analyst shall be converted into the scale invariant to what can be playacted by a monotonous and not less banausic mouth, that estuary of air of the he who is to speak of ontology with its counterpart, which is deontology, as ethic: and, yet, the candor of the practice is not even that, for, it is a scale invariant without momentum and mass to whose attribute, he, who is the leader of the Arian tribe, shall plead guilty about its musicality, when, in fact himself does not know how to play the piano with the phalanges of the handyman- for intellectuality cannot not offer the prerequisites of the act upon life, which is not a given but can be a creative prosopopoeia, a plasma on its own right, not the subject solicituded within and around the structure.

 

And, if the feet which stand upon a ground dehumidifying an apotheosis, relying to the calumniatory question of sarcasm, of the Where do I start, themselves depict that this deportment of perambulation begins from the matters which are issues of the earth, from that anything forms, debarring that first breath and the Plasmatic appearance of the unconscious in its elemental states of corporeality of a foaming at mouth journeying from the ionized violence of that which is limited by time∙ that is the Γράθμα where the double of the letter has melted at the tip of the tongue and the Γ has passed through the threshold of metousiosis and has been breathed into a Θ, and not  into the halacha of the Jewish law, whose articulation appears to be a letter, to which discourse offers a tube of air present to the scale invariance of the trinity of spatial symmetry, the subject’s reflection, interpretation and rotation: to these the Letter cannot move∙ semiosis and use but not be a Cause∙ and when the object changes positions within the discourse and the body, it is because the subject hides the Parousia of the breathing letters as the so called chameleon assumes the formula of a percolated scalar infinitesimal syllabary with a non-linear interaction to one another since it uses the signifier in resembling a dues ex machine and fools the analyst who thinks he hears very well when he tones his immaculate ear to grasp the harmony of the signifiers, in the same manner that the Ousia of the Aristotelian theories, has been conceived in the time that it was believed the earth was flat- not the Das Ding and neither the subject- leave aside the Ergon∙ and he who is a grand piano thespian, and certainly knows about notes and master signifiers, himself not a master, could have testified in a court of law that the values of the letters is the Niente when the diminuendo has finished, and to where the dark energy which is homousian to the Ousia but not to the breath, an entelechy including the psychoanalytic Act, passageways towards this Everything, which is not simply Real but Apeiron.

 

And here is the question, which is a true mystery, and not a surprise: how does the psychoanalyst intervene on a structure that is plasma? Ποταμοσι τοσιν ατοσιν μϐαίνουσιν, τερα κατερα δατα πιρρε∙ yes- it is true, but besides the Logos- which is what is unmoved and traps the ear of the analyst into a towards the No, and not towards the conduction of the troparion of the προς-ευχή: that is the orientation of the Kinesis towards desire and the answer to the enigma from where do I start.