If one does not want to bear the ordeal of word analysis the structure of meaning can only be reasoned when thought of it in a specific context. But context is deeply connected with another open term; meaning. Without context words and actions have no meaning. Not only is this true for human communication with words but for all communication in general and even for all intellectual processes—for everything within the mind—including the process that is directing an actinia how to grow or the ameba what to do next.
Vinum bonum deorum donum. Chance is a very simple factor that is missing from our digital lives. With it, one discovers, learns, develops. Without it, one is stuck in the same loop over and over again. Even if it is perfectly designed. Letting the mind drift until it catches on to something. Make memories. Pure lust for life. Improvise. Vino rosso. Think. Want: La dolce vita. “Ragno Nebbiolo.” Ergo bibamus!
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“[...] meaning does not emerge from History but from Fiction. Because in the context of nonsense, reality and fiction are joined.”
—Martínez, Chus: Club Universe. Berlin: Sternberg Press 2016. Page 36.
In a post-truth aesthetic (nonsense) causal links between current and past events are not necessary anymore. Things can happen that have no relation to facts. This is why in a post-truth aesthetic completely new things can happen. The distinction between reality and fiction is non-existent. Only logic remains as a criteria to differentiate such events. Links through meaning therefore only exist in fiction. The question “Did it happen?” is replaced by a new question: “Could it have happened?”
Would—in addition—the border between meaning and logic dissolve; it would be a post-logic aesthetic. Here even links through meaning would be non-existent. Anything can be the product of anything, be linked to anything, can result into anything. Everything is reality. Everything is fiction. Arbitrariness rules. Like all the things—real or fictional—they would be jammed into a playlist that is put on shuffle. The single remaining criteria of distinction would be the chronology of events. The order in time. The question “Could it have happened?” is replaced by a new question: “Did it already happen?”
This chaos, these infinite possibilities of a post-logic aesthetic is the intellectual equivalent of physical entropy. Only a tremendous force of will can stop this kind of mental entropy that leads towards a fuck-it-all mentality. A mentality that avoids building chains of cause and effect., or that avoids to elicit arguments.
Should even the criteria of time vanish it would be a post-time aesthetic. All things would happen all the time. There are no criteria left to differentiate anything. There is no question left to ask. Only the statement: “It happens.”
Industrial waste is no side product of our civilization. It is its main product. To avoid waste would mean to disrupt the order of civilization. Waste is given to every respective surrounding in more or less toxic form. Toxic to what? And why? An ongoing use of the product is not considered. It lost its value. It became waste. Waste is considered a final product. The goal of civilization; its whole tragic. Decay and amalgamation are a normality of growing entropy, which is signaling its reign over civilization to everybody through waste.