And when your “I” is as much abstracted as your view of the sunset, who’s "I "are you abstracting from?
And when your “I” as much abstratcted as your view of the sunset…how much abstracted?
And how do you know that"we" abstracts, like “you”,?
And where does your view of the other’s “I” view of the sunset, come from?
Storytime. This morning I couldn’t remember a dream. I noted this in my journal. At my age, there is a lot that I forget. I try to keep track of what I forget. I couldn’t remember the book I saw at the bookstore, yesterday, that I didn’t buy as it was too expensive. I came home and downloaded the book for free. As I journalled I noted that I could remember that I forgot something that was in short term memory. I don’t assume that the absent memory is in my head orsymbolized somewhere in the folds of my physical brain. I walked back in personal memory into the store and remembered the shelf and pulled the book from the shelf and saw in my mind’s eye, some of the contents and got a strong desire to understand this book. That I couldn’t retrieve the title through working memory made me more curious. Anamnesis, Plato called it. Remembering that we forgot. I close my eyes and saw on the blank screen of my inner mind a spontaneous arithmetic problem, in two columns, 54+36=90. Okay I opened my eyes. I think my mind is still functioning somewhat. I can do simple arithmetic mentally without a notepad or a calculator.
Then, in my waking state bodymind, " I "think about this thread I am a Strange Loop…and I imagine that I am a tired busdriver, who has pulled off to the side of the road at sunset and takes a nap. The others in the bus enter into dialogues and trialogues while I snooze. I can hear and feel their voices, though I can’t understand what they say. When I open my eyes, feeling refreshed, I invite someone else to drive the bus. I want to sit in the back of the bus and watch the scenery go by.
Then, “I” turn from the journal and my reflections upon a vague memory and scroll through this thread, searching for a feeling for the organism. I came across this…
And then I remembered the name of the book I had forgotten. Simondon by Simon Mills. Notice the double “simons”. I wonder why Ewere’s phrase made me recall this forgotten factoid. Para-social is consceptualized by Simondon as the Trans-individual. Nested concepts within concepts functioning as sunsets do, viewed seperately but impossibly stitched together through words, tones, affects, and a shared memory of a briefly shared reality. Like your first" real" kiss, a walk along the beach, feeling good. Enjoy it while it lasts. It won’t last long.
And which body does " I" belong to?