beyond what stillness there can be

Still, like naught, I can be, 
at times when I reconcile
the entropic forces
that draw chaos
from what ever center I claim
in this moving terrain

that escapes every statement
I ever made,
the multiplicity
that undermines my singularity.

Still, but for only a moment,
and then I have to let go again
and merge
with this 
that sweeps me away,
pulls my feet and roots
from the trembling ground

and sends me off
to fly above the ruins
and crashing tides,
the cities and castles,
that could not be fortified
against the constant change
that is the opposite
of being still.

Yet sometimes I can reach through
and feel the harmony
beyond time and place,
the stillness
of what it is to stop.

What comes after postmodernism or Nihilism 0.2

Nihilism as a result of the `fall of meaning´, ingredulity toward all narratives including the master narratives like capitalism, the logic of which as much produced this post-modern impasse as it produced the conditions post-modern philosophy tries to describe, leaves us with nothing to believe in. No absolute values, no ideals, no perfection or completion.
But even the most frantic nihilist can't reach the absolute zero of nothing as by definition nothing isn't anywhere or anything. It is nowhere, and the nihilist, being somebody, by definition, a being, an object, can't escape this beingness in the world nor the conditions of it. The body is somewhere, a perspective, albeit focused on nothing, and can't but return again and again to the physical world as the mind fails to sustain the abstract nothingness against the ever insistent physical context.

There's always, of course, the final solution to being, which is to end the physical perspective, kill the body. In a way, suicide, then, would be the logical conclusion to nihilist thought, but suicide itself is a physical act against the self as an object. And as such it is more a refusal than affirmation as it can ever only affirm nothing. Maybe it can be seen as a refusal to accept the totality of being in favor of nothing, and thus can be seen as a kind of re-instatement of free will against the oppressive cacophony of a an absurd world.

Maybe also as a sign of weakness, but as such sensible, if it is the letting out of being nothing can save anymore. A way out of the pain of being. But it is an act of undoing something that is, and as such calls for something that is as close as being unnatural as something of the natural world can be. It calls for an immense excersision of strength the realization of which can also revive the will itself to realize its own power. A victory of the mind over body.

With enough pain, physical inability and trauma, or just an overwhelming comprehension of the nothing that is left, this victory would then lead to the ending of the self physically. End of story. But if this state of comprehension is reached not in haste and panic desperate for total relief, whatever ability there remains is freed from the restraints which are heretofore limited by the might of the will that can refer to nothing at all times, and be as free as on the moment of the acceptance of this nothingness, unbeing as a solution.

You may have horrible crimes on your conscience, or you may have suffered devastating injustices that weigh you down as equally as if you would have commited these crimes done on to you, but as you close in on this nothingness, and are aware of it enough to pay attention to its implications, the history that determined your weight and contextualized your crimes have also become just stories the meaning of which is just plain nothing. And you have become weightless as a result. What is done is done, and there's more to come.

If you can live with the implications of this cosmic nothingness as the ultimate context you are free to create yourself from what remains, from the perspective that remains, that is, if you did not do away with it. And the implications: Imagine being conscious of this nothingness, but without the body: There would simply be nothing to animate with this consciousness, no point in time, no sense of place, no point of reference what so ever, what would that be like?

Would you be like a spirit in the vacuum, like god, if you will, inhabit nothingness, be there in contextual nowhere, always already enclosed within yourself perfect and complete? Or is it that you disappeared like a flame blown out, and there is nothing left? Same thing, nothing, but the logic of which is that if you have nowhere to go, nothing but relief to expect, this is your destination. Leave the self and the body behind as finite constructs as they were and always already just fractions of the potential the zero holds within itself.

But as said before, you don't have to kill yourself to discover this, you just have to let go of everything you are holding, everything that is holding you back and let yourself be hollowed out by nothingness, and when you are done, open your eyes again to discover the diachronistic majesty that is the infinite potential of the zero, the horror of it and the miracle of it, that the world is really there and always more than what we can understand.

(So, what just happened? – Nothing. What does it mean? – Everything. 

What is the sense in that? – As implied, being itself is enclosed by nothing, limited by nothing but itself, free to re-create and re-invent itself at all times from what is there despite the great cosmic nothing. As individuations divided from the zero, as fragments free to disperse and dissolve we can also add up to something, be something that we already are potentially, and by that, I mean, responsible of what we make of what is there every time we open our eyes. Despite all of our disbelief and faith in nothing, things become statistically true, if they persist, like the world itself, that was still there even after you merged with nothing. Your body, like the bodies of others, are as real as the world, the body of which is all we have, all we can study, all there is to limit us from what we can be at worst and all that we can work with to do our best. )