The Sky and Actualisation
The sky and its vastness. Every building around me, every tree around, even the 7 mountains that surround the city, reminds you of its place above us. What is there, in the abyss of the sky? If the universe is infinite, then in any direction you go when looking into it, it contains unending amounts of life. Maybe even types of life that has developed socialism and humans in the exact manner as we have, and thus capital as well? Will we ever meet them? No.
We know of no way of reaching even to a planet like Mars with humans, notwithstanding the phantasms of capital that capital engages itself in. One way to understand the manic energy that surround these phantasms (even if it has no intention of ever fulfilling the promises that it makes in relation to them)regarding space exploration, it is the one area which it cannot devour and fill with its refuse. There is infinite life, but the capital of this world is trapped in definite confinement. It can only speak of a stock going to the moon, for it cannot even get to Mars.
All around us, the mountains, the trees, the buildings, they imagine themselves as the masters in reaching and touching the infinite abyss. They see it, and they imagine something from their unconscious staring back. Maybe that is why I love flat cities so much and hate the way that the mountains of Bergen “trap” me. Picture Copenhagen; in the flat sprawling urban area you can easily imagine that such an orientation to the sky is shared exclusively with the beings that created the buildings around it. I can imagine that it is only my own unconscious on display. If we assume capital forces itself into everything, you by proxy identify yourself with capital in the struggle for space, and yet capital is losing, even more it can never win. You will have to continuously realise that such a battle cannot be won, and have to constantly accept compromise.
On the most basic face of it, you cannot reach the stars you see in the sky, some dreams cannot be made. The sky forces a fact; the limitation of actualisation. One cannot conquer the world, even though one may certainly delude oneself into that thought. That is precisely the error that jokes like the false second-coming of Napoleon made in 1849; not recognising that existence on earth is linked with limitations on earth.
Should you cherish these limitations? Should you cherish the fact you cannot do everything and everything? Should you cherish poverty and the limitations that it brings? I am writing this on a Thinkpad T61, and despite its technological limitations, age, slowness, etc., despite that on paper it holds me back, it was what released my writing. On a more modern Thinkpad, say the T470, it is teeming with potential. The T61, released a decade earlier, lacks much of this potentiality. Yet, by being given negatives – negations on our will – we are affirmed in existence in such wills. Every time life throws pain and anger at you, whenever the thought of suicide comes, it affirms your drives and your existence. I cherish the sickly in this case, and despair at the billionaire. Call it an inversion of morality if you want, call it slave-morality, but in this slave I am affirm. I affirm, and I live, that is what the sky provides.