EADEM MUTATA RESURGO
Pascal:
205: When i consider the short duration of my life, swallowed up in the eternity before and after, the little space which i fill and even can see, engulfed in the infinate immensity of of spaces of which i am ignorant and which know me not, I am frightened and am astonished at being here rather than there; for there is no reason why here rather than there, why now rather than then. who has put me here? by whose order and direction have this place and time been allotted to me? memoria hospitis unius diei praetereuntis.
206: the eternal silence of these infinate spaces frightens me
James P Carse: Finite and Infinite Games:
infinite players die. since the boundaries of death are always part of the play, the infinite player does not die at the end of the play, but in the course of play.
the death of an infinite player is dramatic. it does not mean that the game comes to an end with death; on the contrary, infinite players offer their death as a way of continuing the play. for that reason they do not play for their own life; they live their live for their own play. but since that play is always with others, it is evident that infinite players both live and die for the continuing life of others.
where the finite player plays for immortality, the infinite player plays as a mortal. in infinite play one chooses to be mortal inasmuch as one always plays dramatically, that is, toward the open, toward the horizon, toward surprise, where nothing can be scripted. it is a kind of play that requires complete vulnerability. to the degree that one is protected against the future, one has established a boundary and no longer plays with but against others.
death is defeat in finite play. it is inflicted when one's boundaries give way and one falls to an opponent. the finite player dies under the terminal move of another.
although infinite players choose mortality, they may not know when death comes, but we can always say of them that "they die at the right time".
the finite play for life is serious; the infinite play of life is joyous. infinite play resounds throughout with a kind of laughter. it is not a laughter at others who have come to an unexpected end, having thought they were going somewhere else. it is laughter with others with whom we have discovered that the end we thought we were coming to has unexpectedly opened. we laugh not at what has surprisingly come to be impossible for others, but over what has surprisingly come to be possible with others.
- Opposite the television screen, about a meter away, is a framed collage depicting Jacob Böhme's Philosophisches Kugel to which is tethered a cut out of Lebbeus Woods' proposed Tomb for Einstein.
205: When i consider the short duration of my life, swallowed up in the eternity before and after, the little space which i fill and even can see, engulfed in the infinate immensity of of spaces of which i am ignorant and which know me not, I am frightened and am astonished at being here rather than there; for there is no reason why here rather than there, why now rather than then. who has put me here? by whose order and direction have this place and time been allotted to me? memoria hospitis unius diei praetereuntis.
206: the eternal silence of these infinate spaces frightens me
James P Carse: Finite and Infinite Games:
infinite players die. since the boundaries of death are always part of the play, the infinite player does not die at the end of the play, but in the course of play.
the death of an infinite player is dramatic. it does not mean that the game comes to an end with death; on the contrary, infinite players offer their death as a way of continuing the play. for that reason they do not play for their own life; they live their live for their own play. but since that play is always with others, it is evident that infinite players both live and die for the continuing life of others.
where the finite player plays for immortality, the infinite player plays as a mortal. in infinite play one chooses to be mortal inasmuch as one always plays dramatically, that is, toward the open, toward the horizon, toward surprise, where nothing can be scripted. it is a kind of play that requires complete vulnerability. to the degree that one is protected against the future, one has established a boundary and no longer plays with but against others.
death is defeat in finite play. it is inflicted when one's boundaries give way and one falls to an opponent. the finite player dies under the terminal move of another.
although infinite players choose mortality, they may not know when death comes, but we can always say of them that "they die at the right time".
the finite play for life is serious; the infinite play of life is joyous. infinite play resounds throughout with a kind of laughter. it is not a laughter at others who have come to an unexpected end, having thought they were going somewhere else. it is laughter with others with whom we have discovered that the end we thought we were coming to has unexpectedly opened. we laugh not at what has surprisingly come to be impossible for others, but over what has surprisingly come to be possible with others.
- Opposite the television screen, about a meter away, is a framed collage depicting Jacob Böhme's Philosophisches Kugel to which is tethered a cut out of Lebbeus Woods' proposed Tomb for Einstein.