THE FORMAL AND INTERNAL CRISIS OF THE MODERN MIND

I have a snapshot of the human mind ... there are only twelve or fifteen pieces of furniture in it ... there's a billiard table on which we play causation ... and set-in window benches for time and space ... I would ask you now just to consider these two pieces ... the web of relation and the block of substance ... the first may have begun in some long away corner but I can tell you now it covers the whole room ... now from any nexus in this web of relation we might catch a glimpse of this black box of substance ... it is as are all the pieces in the room covered by the web ... covered and recovered by so many plot lines fault lines communication lines and con lines ... lines of advance and lines of retreat of intention protest and desire ... we can't see the box through the surface of the lines ... we can't see the box itself ... only its indentation in the web ... but of so many angles ... of such unexpected configuration ... who can say there's a box at all and that these twists and turns are not the whim or even perversions of the lines themselves ... playing with god making him up