What is there? I mean it in its more general
sense, what is there in the universe?, or in front of us? The basic question of
ontology will remain a continuous engine of delusions and misunderstandings as
long as we hold our naïve conceptions of myth. Giants turn into windmills and
these into power generators, machines that deal with electrons, or shall we say
fermions of the lepton kind?, or what myth shall we use to express our
ignorance?, or is it knowledge? The thinnest razor’s edge separates both, a
shade-like filament projected over our minds by the same mysterious object in
different moments of our fuzzy and presumptuous history.
Existence is Encounter. Meeting at the limen. In the limen, the masks disappear, that is, the basic intuitions of identities, such as the identity that I feel and think in relation to the tree that I see in front of me. The identity of the tree is a projection of mine: the unity of my process of perceiving the tree generates a mask in me, the ghost of a limited unity separated from everything else. The simplest form of intuitive understanding of masks and limen is given to us by numbers. Numbers intuitively express the liminal tension that is Existence. A little etymological note. Rythmos in Greek means flow. Arythmos (number) is what does not flow, what remains solidified. Numbers express the liminoid, and flow, rhythm, expresses the liminal. A rhythm becomes liminoid when we can trace patterns in it, that is, when we can construct masks of identities. Mathematics has spoken of flow using the Latin word “continuum”, the continuous. All modern science, since Leibni...
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