Note: I had intended to post all my blogs to this category :il n'ya pas de hors texte, but still haven't figured out yet how to transfer the six blogs that are uncategorised into this one.
If desiring is desiring because one fears the loss of desire(click here) , then in the act of desiring there is already the spectre of death.
She says: Do you know the mayfly lives about 24 hours? sometimes three, but, yeah...
He says: But why? I mean...
She says: What? What do you mean...?
He says: I mean, why 24 hours? What's the purpose of that?
She says: to lay eggs, to propogate, to continue its species.
He says: yes, but why?
She says: You mean why 24 hours, or why continue the species?
He says: I mean why has the eco system sustained such a pointless exercise.
She says: Our life spans are relative. Nietzsche himself has said that every being thinks they are the centre of the universe. You are humanising the lived experience of the may fly.
He says: This is true. In which case...
She says: In which case...?
He says: In which case I would prefer my adult life to be a day long.
She says: But why?
He says: What do you mean....?
She says: I mean why a day?
He says: so that my desires are proportionate to my capacity to desire.