Do I hear any questions? the end of dialogue. I have written what I have written. Entropic death. Ends and means, “mean, faced Christian sons-of-bitches” if I remember correctly, storing up their riches for the afterlife eternal… like mummied clones.

Into space. Flying dreams held a special place in Burroughs’ dreams (My Education). The wings are irrigated by desire (Zeus equates desire with a flow) in Socrates’ palinode.

Desire is stoachistic. Spinoza calls desire a kind of striving, unconscious of time (Book three of the Ethics).

“Its the same with men
as with horses and dogs
nothing wants to die…
Boys, you’ll have to find your own way home”
Tom Waits, “The Fall of Troy”

The interesting paradox in Phaedrus is the place of writing, written. The palinode Socrates gives (ostensibly to the gods) is written by another, (the blind) Stesichorus (whose eyesight was restored after composing the palinode), the son of Euphemus (“fair speaker”). And the fanciful tale of Thoth and the King of Thebes is fabricated (the creator cannot see the true utility of his creation because he is blinded by love – so says the King of Thebes in refutation to Thoth: “Your invention is a potion for the jogging of the memory, not remembering.”)

Et in Arcadia ego.
Monad – body and soul.
Relation to self. Techne. Art.
The body signified ” – and often I have asked myself whether, taking a large view, philosophy has not been merely an interpretation of the body and a misunderstanding of the body.” Nietzsche, The Gay Science.
“L’art pour l’art…” Twilight of the Idols. The image signifier…

Truth, Beauty, Love.
Substance, Modes, Attributes.
Philosophy’s object remains the same: the eternal recurrence of the same.

A hard saying. Nothing wants to die. Like Ovid’s Metamorphoses, it can be forgotten.