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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">Ontological
Raptus, Nr. 239/241<br>
for gottekorder e.v. Graz<br>
Vienna, May 2019 </font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><span lang="en-GB">Can
the ego be kept in the ‘outside’, in the ‘before
the world’ and ‘away from it’</span></font></font><font
face="Garamond, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt"
size="2"><span lang="en-GB"><span
style="background:transparent">; in limbo?</span></span></font></font></p>
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style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><span lang="en-GB">In
t</span></font></font><font face="Garamond,
serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><span
lang="en-GB"><span
style="background:transparent">he clasp o</span></span></font></font><font
face="Garamond, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt"
size="2"><span lang="en-GB">f time that remains;
as good as you can if you can, as well as you
can when it's possible: to do as little as
possible to make history grow. Our own, and that
of others, and the sums of both. The crowd</span></font></font><sup><font
face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><span
lang="en-GB"> 1</span></font></font></sup><font
face="Garamond, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt"
size="2"><span lang="en-GB"> is monstrous. And it
has a life of its own that tends to infinity.
Marches to infinity. (Those who believe call
this life of its own which withdraws their
options God.)</span></font></font></p>
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style="font-size:11pt" size="2">Like a procession
that constantly forces onwards the human flow of
ink onto the paper of their bodies in waves of
thrusts. Never break off, never stop, and look in
all directions that might exist; that are not yet
lost.</font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">In the end, the
biography dissolves. It disappears into the
marginalization of a (your, my) disintegrating
body, dwindling material. The ego hides in the
ashes and loses itself in the sand of the earth of
the body. In the peat that makes the world; in the
peat of the world, in the peat that is the world.</font></font></p>
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style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><span lang="en-GB">The
wombats crawl back into the man-father who
consumes them, and who they are, and who devours
them from inside.</span></font></font><sup><font
face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><span
lang="en-GB">2</span></font></font></sup></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">History has us.
Our own typeface. We go through it, it devours us
and we nourish it. It is the worm that swells. In
we go on one side and out on the other. Where the
worm bites its tail and embraces the world in
eternal dance. The worm continues to swell as the
world of human beings passing through it. Enter
here, get out there! Why did anyone want to feed
this monster with its history? For the sake of his
ego. So that an ‘I’ can be!</font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">World without ego
is a now. An ‘only now’ that is. The ego is a
typeface of it. I-worlds persist in the long run.
That is: for a determinable time. The ‘only now’
is not mediated.</font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">Anyway, history
grows and forms proportions. It pro-pagates.</font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">The nature of this
pro-pagation is religious – like any propagation
without a real seed or germ. Just archival
material.</font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><span lang="en-GB">It
is its goal and purpose to transcend itself. The
increase of archival material clearly reveals
the purity of a religious propagation. This
propagation
</span></font></font><font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><span lang="en-GB"><i>is
itself its</i></span></font></font><font
face="Garamond, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt"
size="2"><span lang="en-GB"> origin and religion
continues to bear this basic trait in pure form.
(There is no such thing as ‘before’; only a
propagation become typeface image in the midst
of the act, in the process of multiplying.)</span></font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">The propagation is
sacred – for all eternity – from the point of
views of the observance and fulfilment of the
dogmatically recited in-out, in and out of the
worm of time.</font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><span lang="en-GB">The
God-story dreams and tells of another, parallel
world history: this is in the Hereafter – so the
story goes – this Beyond after excretion from
the wormhole: front, back, probably plays no
role in the multidimensionality without
space-time. The dream of the Hereafter becomes a
metaphorical, linguistic This Worldly. The real
promise in it, though hidden, is not in milk and
honey, but in the standstill of history.</span></font></font><font
face="Garamond, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt"
size="2"><span lang="en-GB"><span
style="background:transparent"> At last,
history is left in the peace before all egos
and, even more, we in the peace before
history!
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face="Garamond, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt"
size="2">An eternal breather.</font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">This parallel This
Worldly has become world by writing, by one of the
great religious tricks, whose presence is
believable and appears with believable features.</font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">Beyond this
meaning, as the end of the tunnel, intestines, or
whatever it has been called it, means both entry
and death. Admission and expulsion are the same
moment; communion always means both, without
exception.</font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">(This is why
imaginations of Paradise contain no real birth.)</font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">The world is
merely the conceptual, biographical vessel in
which the ego gorges itself. From the ravening
beast to the excrement itself. Dung is the
sustenance. History is the walls of the tunnel
that surrounds us, carries us, and on whose cave
wall we leave our marks. Like attrition.</font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">Meaning and the
giving of meaning of a never-ending, eternal
narrative, history – the history of the divine ego
as such.</font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">Ego as god, as
such; then the ego that became God and now
augments itself in every new I, in every new
narrative, drawing on the wall, on the body. The
ego that became God augments itself in the
monstrosity of the mass, thus sustains and
continues itself. ‘All will live on who are my
mass’: this is the promise. A fundamental feature
of religion in history is the demand for ‘forever
and ever’; whether as a promise and promise of
salvation or as a threat and damnation.</font></font></p>
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style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><span lang="en-GB">Remarkable,
although somewhat unexciting, is the process of
the many egos that make up history (processually
and simply by learning to divide their time and
make it determinable) as the transformation into
a God-Ego, which writes history. It is very
likely a biochemical error that human beings
have been cultivating since they came into
existence and that is constitutive of the
species.</span></font></font><font
face="Garamond, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt"
size="2"><span lang="en-GB"><span
style="background:transparent"></span></span></font></font><font
face="Garamond, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt"
size="2"><span style="background:transparent">As
culture is valid.</span></font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><span lang="en-GB">An
exaltation of man’s physical limits beyond
determinable time. The physical expansion, from
the inside out – like everything that grows –
transcends and twists into the tunnel tube and
back around itself into the ego. The limits of
physical expansion become limited by the
surrounding world-conception. Because this is
</span></font></font><font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><span lang="en-GB"><i>in
front</i></span></font></font><font
face="Garamond, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt"
size="2"><span lang="en-GB"> of the mirror image
in which the self cannot find itself.</span></font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><span lang="en-GB">Culture
is metaphysics. Thoughts do not make a world –
our
</span></font></font><font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><span lang="en-GB"><i>belief</i></span></font></font><font
face="Garamond, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt"
size="2"><span lang="en-GB">? But always only a
picture of the world.</span></font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><span lang="en-GB">Language,
a metaphysical model, does not make a world;
only a picture of the world. What is the
difference? Images are changeable. Transcendence
is endless. The picture dissolves on the cave
walls, it is not fixed. It can writhe and
transform itself (pictures of the past change
their meaning fast).</span></font></font><sup><font
face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><span
lang="en-GB">3</span></font></font></sup></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><span lang="en-GB">The
body holds the image (like a tattoo), but only
for a definable duration, until it
disintegrates, and with it the image of the ego
as the image of its world.</span></font></font><sup><font
face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><span
lang="en-GB">4</span></font></font></sup></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><span
style="background:transparent">Body goes, ego
goes - God remains. A nice idea.</span></font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><span lang="en-GB"><span
style="background:transparent">Body goes, ego
goes: God remains.
</span></span></font></font><font
face="Garamond, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt"
size="2"><span lang="en-GB">Everything spins in
vertigo. Peristalsis has no inside and no
outside. Is it swallowing or spitting? Puking or
sipping? It’s all the same thing anyway (or just
a question of the current state of mind). Front,
back, inside, outside.</span></font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">The God-Ego
remains and is passed on as in a relay race. The
procession forms the worm. The worm is the
beginning and the end that continues itself as a
single moving mess – as God's embodiment in
spirit. A contradiction, of course. But so
tempting!</font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><span lang="en-GB">It
is in this that
</span></font></font><font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><span lang="en-GB"><i>the</i></span></font></font><font
face="Garamond, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt"
size="2"><span lang="en-GB"> proof of God
consists. In the spirit that wanted to become
matter, but made it only to the image –
completely without seed.</span></font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">Passed on and
turned inside out, transformed and somehow also
used up. The ego not only creates - itself as an
image of the world of permanent biography – no, it
also consumes itself. It eats itself up; else it
has no food.</font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">Certainly, it will
hardly be possible to abolish – conceptually – the
quantum-theoretical absurdity of energy – as
matter – that is, to concretize it. Then the
divine mystery of body and mind would be done
with.</font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><span lang="en-GB">The
ego not only creates; it also changes and
transforms. The more it does so, the greater the
design, the image. The greater the image, the
more it feasts on its own excrement. It, the
picture, nourishes itself at the expense of the
options that are lost. Our own. That is the
transformation in it, the transformation in the
creation of image</span></font></font><font
face="Garamond, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt"
size="2"><span lang="en-GB"><span
style="background:transparent">s.</span></span></font></font><font
face="Arial, sans-serif"><span lang="en-GB"><span
style="background:transparent"></span></span></font><font
face="Garamond, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt"
size="2"><span lang="en-GB"><span
style="background:transparent">Possibility in
thought into impossibility through writing.</span></span></font></font><font
face="Garamond, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt"
size="2"><span lang="en-GB"> Indeterminateness
into determinateness, immediacy into mediation,
and now into always! ‘... the temporal is held
fast, but refined in a sensual eternity, in the
eternal instant of an embrace.’
</span></font></font><sup><font face="Garamond,
serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><span
lang="en-GB">5</span></font></font></sup><font
face="Garamond, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt"
size="2"><span lang="en-GB"> A breather ... a
digestive break.</span></font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><span lang="en-GB">Possibility
in thought of impossibility and of exclusion, of
the already consumed and the wasted freedom of
the possible – from the fluid to the fixed, from
the easily movable to the difficult to move. So
don’t make a picture of yourself! Of </span></font></font><font
face="Garamond, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt"
size="2"><span lang="en-GB"><i>y o u</i></span></font></font><font
face="Garamond, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt"
size="2"><span lang="en-GB">! This is the first
iconoclastic requirement. For we are being
overcome by the suspicion that this idea of the
world is simply going</span></font></font><font
face="Garamond, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt"
size="2"><span lang="en-GB"><span
style="background:transparent"> nowhere</span></span></font></font><font
face="Garamond, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt"
size="2"><span lang="en-GB">.</span></font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">B</font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">We are the
revenants<br>
And we will rise up from the dead<br>
We become the living<br>
We've come back to reclaim our stolen breath</font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">Brody Dalle, song
text of ‘I Am a Revenant’ © BMG Rights Management,
2002</font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b>Notes</b></font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><span lang="en-GB">1
Allusion to Elias Canetti’s
</span></font></font><font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><span lang="en-GB"><i>Crowds
and Power</i></span></font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><span lang="en-GB">2
Allusion to Carl Strehlow`s</span></font></font><font
face="Garamond, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt"
size="2"><span lang="en-GB"></span></font></font><font
face="Garamond, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt"
size="2"><span lang="en-GB"><i>Aranda Traditions</i></span></font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><span lang="en-GB">3
‘Pictures of the past change their meaning
fast’, quotation from Amon Düül II,
</span></font></font><font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><span lang="en-GB"><i>Wolf
City</i></span></font></font><font
face="Garamond, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt"
size="2"><span lang="en-GB">, ‘Jail House Frog’,
1972</span></font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">4 Comment: The
body holds the image, the dead hold God, and they
hold, con-tain, him for all the rest. In summary,
we see the desire for a downfall of chiffres -
tabula rasa - quite logical. Systemic. Just as
different competing worldviews contribute to each
other - that is, to those left over. The masses
have become uncanny even to themselves because of
the sheer dimensions of their monstrosity. The
limitation and scarcity of the available places in
the Hereafter is the attempt to reorganize the
unmanageable story - albeit wrong in detail – so
that its presence is again believable.</font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">5 Søren
Kierkegaard (Copenhagen 1843),
</font></font><font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><i>Entweder-Oder</i></font></font><font
face="Garamond, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt"
size="2"> (Holzinger Verlag, 2013), 368.</font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><i>Translated by
Jonathan Uhlaner</i></font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">The Revenant will
rise up from the Dead - Prologue</font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">Das göttliche Ego</font></font></p>
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<font color="#a6a6a6"><font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><span
lang="en-GB">Ontological Raptus, Nr. 239/241<br>
for gottekorder e.v. Graz<br>
Vienna, May 2019</span></font></font></font></p>
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<font color="#808080"><font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">A</font></font></font></p>
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<font color="#666666"><font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">Lässt sich das
Ego, im „Draußen“ halten, im „Vor-der-Welt“ und
„Weg-von-ihr“; in der Schwebe? Innerhalb der
Spange Zeit die bleibt; so gut es geht wenn man
kann, so gut man kann, wenn es geht: möglichst
wenig zu tun dass die Geschichte wachsen lässt?
Die Eigene, so wie die Anderen und die Summen
davon. Die Masse</font></font></font><font
color="#666666"><sup><font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">1</font></font></sup></font><font
color="#666666"><font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"> ist monströs.
Und sie hat ein Eigenleben das gegen unendlich
tendiert. Gegen unendlich marschiert. (Die die
glauben nennen dieses Eigenleben dass sich ihren
Optionen entzogen hat, Gott).</font></font></font></p>
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<font color="#666666"><font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">Wie eine
Prozession, die den menschlichen Fluss der Tinte
aufs Papier ihrer Leiber stetig in Wellen von
Schüben vorwärtsdrängt. Niemals absetzen,
niemals anhalten und in alle Richtungen
blickend, die es noch geben könnte; die noch
nicht verloren sind.</font></font></font></p>
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<font color="#666666"><font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">Am Ende löst
sich die Biographie auf. Sie entschwindet in die
Marginalisierung eines (deines, meines)
kaputtgehenden Körpers, schwindenden Materials.
Das Ego verkriecht sich in der Asche und
verliert sich mit ihr im Sand der Erde des
Körpers. Im Torf der die Welt macht; im Torf der
Welt, im Torf der die Welt ist.</font></font></font></p>
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<font color="#666666"><font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">Die Wombats
kriechen wieder zurück in den Menschenvater der
sie verspeist, und der sie auch sind und den sie
von innen her auffressen.</font></font></font><font
color="#666666"><sup><font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">2</font></font></sup></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">Ego / Prolog: </font>
</font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">Die Geschichte hat
uns. Unser uns eigenes Schriftbild. Wir gehen
durch sie hindurch, sie verschlingt uns und wir
nähren sie. Sie ist der Wurm der anschwillt. Wir,
bei der einen Seite rein und auf der anderen
wieder raus. Dort wo der Wurm sich in den Schwanz
beißt und die Welt umschlungen hält im ewigen
Reigen. Der Wurm schwillt weiter als die Welt der
Menschen, die durch ihn hindurchgeht. Eintreten
hier, dort raus! Warum wollte jemand dieses
Monster mit seiner Geschichte füttern? - Um seines
Ego`s Willen. Damit ein „Ich“ es sein kann!</font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">Welt ohne Ego ist
ein Jetzt. Ein „Nur-Jetzt“, das ist. Das Ego ist
ein Schriftbild davon. Ich-Welten bestehen auf
Dauer. D.h.: für eine bestimmbare Zeit. Das
„Nur-Jetzt“ ist nicht mittelbar.</font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">Jedenfalls, die
Geschichte wächst und bildet Proportionen. Sie
ver-mehrt sich.
</font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">Die Art dieser
Ver-mehrung ist religiös - wie jede Vermehrung
ohne echten Samen oder Keim. Bloße Archivale.</font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">Es ist ihr Ziel
und Sinn darin sich zu transzendieren. Auch trägt
die Mehrung der Archivalien die Reinheit einer
religiösen Vermehrung klar zutage. Diese
Vermehrung
</font></font><font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><i>ist selbst ihr</i></font></font><font
face="Garamond, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt"
size="2"><span> Ursprung und Religion trägt diesen
Grundzug in reiner Form mit sich fort. (Es gibt
kein Davor. Nur eine Schrift-bild-gewordene
Vermehrung mitten im Akt, in der Prozession des
Mehrens.)</span></font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">Die Vermehrung ist
heilig – bis in alle Ewigkeit – unter den
Gesichtspunkten, der Einhaltung und Erfüllung des
dogmatisch rezitierten Rein-Raus, in und aus dem
Wurm der Zeit.</font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">Die
Gott-Geschichte träumt und erzählt zwar von einer
anderen, parallelen Weltengeschichte: diese
befindet sich im Jenseits – also, so die Erzählung
- dem Diesseits nach der Ausscheidung aus dem
Wurmloch – vorne, hinten, spielt in der
Mehrdimensionalität ohne Zeitraum wahrscheinlich
gar keine Rolle dann. Der Traum aus dem Jenseits
wird zum metaphorischen, zum sprachlichen
Diesseits. Die eigentliche Verheißung darin – wenn
auch verdeckt – besteht nicht in Milch und Honig,
sondern im Stillstand der Geschichte. Endlich hat
sie Ruhe vor all den Egos und vielmehr noch: wir
vor ihr! Eine ewige Atempause.</font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">Dieses parallele
Diesseits ist per Schrift – via eines der großen
religiösen Tricks – Welt geworden; deren Präsenz
glaubhaft ist und die glaubhafte Züge präsentiert.</font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">Jenseits in dieser
Bedeutung, als das Ende des Tunnels, Darms oder
wie auch immer man es genannt hat, meint beides:
den Eintritt und den Tod. Aufnahme und
Ausscheidung sind derselbe Moment; Kommunion
bedeutet immer beides, ohne Ausnahme. </font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">(Deswegen gibt es
innerhalb von Paradiesvorstellungen keine echte
Geburt.)</font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">Die Welt ist
lediglich das Gedankliche, biographische Gefäß in
dem das Ego zum Fraß wird. Vom Fressenden zur
Ausscheidung zum Exkrement selbst. Der Dung ist
die Nahrung. Die Geschichte, das sind die
Seitenwände des Tunnels der einen umschließt,
trägt – und an dessen Höhlenwand man seine Spuren
hinterlässt. Wie Abrieb.</font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">Der Sinn und die
Sinnstiftung einer niemals abreißenden, ewigen
Erzählung, Geschichte – der Geschichte des
göttlichen Ego schlechthin.</font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">Ego als Gott,
guthin; ist sodann das Ego das zum Gott wurde und
sich nun in jedem neuen ich, in jeder
dazukommenden Erzählung, Zeichnung an der Wand, am
Körper, erhöht. Das Ego das zum Gott wurde erhöht
sich an der Monstrosität der Masse, erhält sich
und setzt sich damit fort. „Alle werden
weiterleben die meine Masse sind.“ - lautet das
Versprechen. Ein Grundzug von Religion in der
Geschichte selbst ist die Forderung nach „ewig und
immer“; sei es als Verheißung und Heilsversprechen
oder als Drohung und Verdammnis.</font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">Bemerkenswert,
obgleich auch etwas unspannend ist der Vorgang der
vielen Egos, die Geschichte bilden (prozesshaft
und einfach dadurch dass sie gelernt haben ihre
Zeit einzuteilen und bestimmbar zu machen), als
die Wandlung zu einem Gott-Ego, das Geschichte
schreibt. Sehr wahrscheinlich ist, dass es sich um
einen Bio- chemischen Fehler handelt, den Menschen
pflegen seit es sie gibt und der konstitutiv für
die Spezies ist. Als Kultur gültig ist.
</font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">Eine Überhöhung
der eigenen körperlichen Grenzen über die
bestimmbare Zeit hinaus. Die körperliche
Ausdehnung, von Innen her nach außen – wie alles,
das wächst – transzendiert und dreht sich zur
Tunnelröhre und um sich selbst zurück ins Ego. Die
eigenen Grenzen der körperlichen Ausdehnung werden
zur Begrenztheit durch die umgebende
Welt-Vorstellung. Denn diese steht
</font></font><font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><i>vor
</i></font></font><font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><span>dem
Spiegelbild indem das Ich sich nicht finden
kann.</span></font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">Kultur ist
Metaphysik. Die Gedanken machen keine Welt -
</font></font><font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><i>glaube</i></font></font><font
face="Garamond, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt"
size="2"> ich? Sondern immer nur ein Bild von
Welt.</font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">Sprache – ein
metaphysisches Modell - macht keine Welt; nur ein
Bild von Welt. Wo liegt der Unterschied? Bilder
sind wandelbar. Transzendenz ist endlos. Das Bild
zerfließt an den Höhlenwänden, es ist nicht fest.
Es kann sich winden und verwandeln (pictures of
the past change their meaning fast)</font></font><sup><font
face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">3</font></font></sup><font
face="Garamond, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt"
size="2"> .</font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">Der Körper hält
das Bild zwar (wie bei einem Tattoo) aber nur für
eine bestimmbare
</font></font><font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><span>Dauer, bis
er zerfällt und mit ihm das Bild vom Ego als das
Bild seiner Welt.</span></font></font><sup><font
face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><span>4</span></font></font></sup></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">Körper geht, Ego
geht – Gott bleibt. Eine schöne Idee.
</font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">Körper geht, Ego
geht – Gott bleibt. Alles dreht sich im Schwindel.
Die Peristaltik hat kein Innen und kein Außen
mehr. Schluckt sie noch oder spuckt sie schon?
Kotzt sie gar oder schlürft sie nur? Es ist
ohnehin ein und dasselbe (bzw. nur eine Frage der
aktuellen Befindlichkeit). Vorne, hinten, innen,
außen.</font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">Das Gott-Ego
bleibt und wird weitergereicht wie bei einem
Staffellauf. Die Prozession bildet den Wurm. Der
Wurm ist der Anfang und das Ende, das sich
fortsetzt als eine einzige wandelnde Sauerei - als
Gottes seine Verkörperung im Geist. Ein
Widerspruch, klar. Aber so verlockend!</font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><span>Darin
besteht er,
</span></font></font><font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><i><span>der</span></i></font></font><font
face="Garamond, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt"
size="2"><span><span> Gottesbeweis. Im Geist, der
Materie werden wollte, es aber bloß zum Bild
geschafft hat – ganz ohne Samen. </span></span></font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">Weitergereicht und
umgestülpt, verwandelt und irgendwie doch auch
verbraucht. Das Ego schafft nicht nur – sich
selbst als Abbild von Welt der dauerhaften
Biographie - nein es verbraucht sich auch. Es
frisst sich auf; sonst hat es keine Nahrung.</font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">Gewiss, es wird
schwerlich gelingen die quantentheoretische
Absurdität von Energie – begrifflich – als Materie
abzuschaffen, also zu konkretisieren. Dann wäre
das göttliche Rätsel von Körper und Geist
erledigt.</font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><span><span>Das
Ego schafft nicht nur; es wandelt und
transformiert. Je mehr es das tut, desto
größer der Entwurf, das Bild. Je größer das
Bild, desto mehr labt es an seinem eigenen
Exkrement. Es, das Bild nährt sich selbst auf
Kosten der Optionen die verloren sind. Die
Eigenen. Das nämlich ist die Umwandlung darin,
die Umwandlung im Schaffen von Bildern.
Möglichkeit im Gedanken zur Unmöglichkeit
durch Schrift. Unbestimmtheit zur
Bestimmtheit, unmittelbar zu mittelbar und
jetzt zu immer! </span></span></font></font><font
face="Garamond, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt"
size="2">„...
</font></font><font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><span lang="en-GB">das
Zeitliche hält man fest, aber raffiniert in
einer sinnlichen Ewigkeit, in dem ewigen
Augenblick einer Umarmung.”</span></font></font><sup><font
face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><span
lang="en-GB">5</span></font></font></sup><font
face="Garamond, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt"
size="2"><span lang="en-GB"> - einer Atempause, …
- einer Verdauungspause.</span></font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><span><span>Möglichkeit
im Gedanken zur Unmöglichkeit und zum
Ausschluss, zum bereits Verbrauchten und zur
vertanen Freiheit des Möglichen – vom Schweben
zum Festen, vom leicht Beweglichen zum schwer
Bewegbaren. Mach dir also kein Bild! </span></span></font></font><font
face="Garamond, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt"
size="2"><i><span>D i r
</span></i></font></font><font face="Garamond,
serif"><font style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><span><span>!
So heißt die erste ikonoklastische Forderung.
Denn es beschleicht uns der Verdacht, dass in
dieser Vorstellung von Welt einfach nichts
weitergeht.</span></span></font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">B</font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">We are the
revenants<br>
And we will rise up from the dead<br>
We become the living<br>
We've come back to reclaim our stolen breath.</font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">Songwriter: Brody
Dalle, Songtext von I Am a Revenant © BMG Rights
Management, 2002</font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><b>Anhang</b></font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><span><span>1
Anspielung auf Elias Canetti`s
</span></span></font></font><font
face="Garamond, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt"
size="2"><i><span>Masse und Macht</span></i></font></font><font
face="Garamond, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt"
size="2"><span><span></span></span></font></font></p>
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style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><span lang="en-GB"><span><span>2
Anspielung auf Carl Strehlow`s</span></span></span></font></font><font
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size="2"><span lang="en-GB"><span><span></span></span></span></font></font><font
face="Garamond, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt"
size="2"><span lang="en-GB"><i><span>Aranda
Traditions</span></i></span></font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">3 „pictures of the
past change their meaning fast“, Zitat aus Amon
Düül II: Wolf City, Jail-House-Frog, 1972</font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><span lang="en-GB">4
Anmerkung: Der Körper hält das Bild, die Toten
halten Gott und sie
</span></font></font><font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2"><span lang="en-GB"><i>be-halten</i></span></font></font><font
face="Garamond, serif"><font style="font-size:11pt"
size="2"><span lang="en-GB"> ihn für alle noch
übrigen. Rein summarisch gesehen ist der Wunsch
nach einem Ziffernsturz – tabula rasa – durchaus
logisch. Systemisch. So wie ihn unterschiedliche
konkurrierende Weltbilder zueinander – also den
jeweils anderen übriggebliebenen – zutragen. Die
Massen sind sich selbst aufgrund der schieren
Größe ihrer Monstrosität unheimlich geworden.
Die Beschränkung und Verknappung der zur
Verfügung stehenden Plätze im Jenseits ist der
Versuch die nicht mehr zu bewältigende
Geschichte so neu zu gliedern – wenn auch im
Detail falsch – dass ihre Präsenz wieder
glaubhaft sei.</span></font></font></p>
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<font face="Garamond, serif"><font
style="font-size:11pt" size="2">5 Søren
Kierkegaard ( Kopenhagen 1843), Entweder-Oder
(Holzinger Verlag, 2013), 368.
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