Truth Politics

It seems to have been a long time since I entered the world of literary symbolism in order to understand its underpinnings and the mechanisms put in to use in the field of language but I am emerging, and seem to be on time. The sheer scale of work that has emerged about memory, trauma, political discourse, the problems of philosophy and the difficulties of entering into a dialogue about transversal truth. In the Western political sphere our cultures have entered into a sort of hyper-text environment with no time for memory or timeless connection. This is in some respects a positive turn as we embark upon a general enfranchisement which seems spontaneous but has been given clarity by the many people involved in elucidating and making more transparent the issues with which we are faced in this generation, the major one being the notion of self, which this particular journal has been ultimately concerned. Now, it's sort of pivotal that this leans into the current political sphere with some immediate impact because of the nature of the situation, and this is a true source of excitement as the clock becomes the lie and history the source of discontent. 

The mere fact that time is in continuous ascension despite the obvious truth that on a global scale the clock never changes. If this is a global environment the laws of possession, of private stakes and solipsism are not manageable. In terms of truth politics the admission can be made that the free market economy and the natural sciences unfolded out of pretty obvious private interests. There are lacunas within these strictly socio-political developments but truly the only place of ultimate freedom and truth (not mathematics as the reader might suppose) but simply being conscious, or deconstructing the self. This is only done in myriad ways, but the first step I guess is to make the admission that the world is far more complex and defined out with ourselves than we think; looking at something like neuroscience and the way that our neural networks map our movements before our crafted selves take any sort of time to recognise it. If we are able to understand that we are not actually taking part in this and an instinct of survival creates the distinct difference between dreams and daily experience, then we might be able to actually live in this environment which is intensely opposed to competitive behaviours.

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