wolven7 | Borgesian Magic

Jorge Luis Borges was one of the creators of the "magical realism" tradition. As such, it can be almost guaranteed that he did not "believe" in "magic," as such. One of the primary purposes of at least characteristics of the Magical Realist school is the use of fantastical elements to throw into sharper relief the "mundane" elements with which they intermingle. Magic is present, paradoxically, to highlight the everyday. Specifically, it pulls us toward thinking about the nature of reference and resonance, of symbolic association and expression, and not more traditionally held "realistic" mechanisms of cause and effect.

Most who do this don't actually "believe" in the efficacy of magical spells or thoughts or rituals, even as they use the components and composition of these things to evoke a reaction in the reader, to invoke a sense of mystery, and to make the reader become subsumed by awe and terror. But, if the magic is done well, then the magic is done well. This is fertile ground for a syncretic mindset, one which sees potential tools everywhere.

65Daysofstatic - [Come to Me (ft. Robert Smith)]--- Last night, before bed, I was reading Borges' "The God's Script" and "The Fearful Sphere of Pascal," and I was struck by his conceptions of infinity. The sense of the tiniest part of anything necessarily implying the Unending Totallity of Existence, of that repetition and interplay of infinite parts being the necessary expression of that whole, smaller and smaller and over and over, the overlapping of lines making new and different shapes, forever.

But Borges always concluded his contemplation of this infinity on the down-note, always talking about the horror of the infinite, the crushing weight of dream within dream, the dull banality of the same concept repeated, again and again. But that's... only part of infinity. There is so much more, so much further to go than that point.

Hirasawa Susumu - [Runner]--- Imagine: A collection of seemingly random words. Any words, any number, any arrangement. Not necessarily a sentence, not necessarily a whole and complete thought. Just words. Words which you know and understand, words which, to you, resonate and pull, inexorably, to the one after it. These words are the spell that sustains the universe. Each word, each syllable, each movement of the muscles you use to speak or write or type these words is the very fabric that undergirds the whole of reality. (Coil - [Or Under an Unquiet Skull]). Each action, thought, intended or unintended, creates the total cosmos. Thank you for that.

We necessitate the universe; every grain of sad entails the cosmos. But that does not mean that when we understand the whole of the cosmos (that each word is the universe entire, encapsulated, cystalised to that particular point of thought or action such that as it is done it is the universe which has created it, and thus always had to be-- even as it can always have been something else; some other universe) that we forget the nature of the particular, as Borges seems to think.

My contention is that, in truly understanding the Infinite-- in truly understanding that everything necessitates everything even as everything changes everything; in understanding what it means that we create multiverses and can move through them-- all particular components of the infinite must be held as Infinitely Important. Every Thought and Word.

Android Lust - [Linguae]--- What I'm saying is, in any random words-- not necessarily a whole sentence or a coherent thought-- we shall find the formula to destroy and create (and destroy and create and destroy and create and destroy and create) the universe.

Everything is entailed by every thing, and all things must hold within them... all things.

Take any four words and meditate on them until you become god.