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 Klassy rated 15 months ago -
"I saw the circulation of my own dark blood; I saw the coupling of love and the modification of death; I saw the Aleph from every point and angle, and in the Aleph I saw the earth and in the earth the Aleph and in the Aleph the earth; I saw my own face and my own bowels; I saw your face; and ...
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- Awils1 rated 15 months ago
- This is a story telling of the concept of the Aleph: a structuralist place of a places and the experience of seeing it. That experience defies linguistic capture, and the latter part of the story is the main characters struggle with said linguistic capture. On a superficial level, this is a deceptive piece.
- Klassy rated 15 months ago
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"I saw the circulation of my own dark blood; I saw the coupling of love and the modification of death; I saw the Aleph from every point and angle, and in the Aleph I saw the earth and in the earth the Aleph and in the Aleph the earth; I saw my own face and my own bowels; I saw your face; and I felt dizzy and wept, for my eyes had seen that secret and conjectured object whose name is common to all men but which no man has looked upon -- the unimaginable universe."
The Aleph is the single point in space where all the places of the world co-exist, and can be seen from every angle. All in existence is contained in the Aleph.
To see everything in an infinite sense is essentially impossible. Given that all of infinity is experienced in an instant, the narrator finds that he cannot remember all that he has seen. Nor can he comprehend all that he sees. And because he cannot comprehend, the narrator fails to articulately express and encapsulate his experience into words.
As a result, there will be nothing to come out of such an experience. Infinite consciousness is therefore an illusion, and cannot be obtained, due to the imperfect nature of our memory and the limitations of the language we use.
So in the end, the narrator still does not know what the whole world consists of. He retreats from the Aleph not remembering what the whole world is.
Such is the case with our selves. We see every encounter and all our experiences as we live it, in an instant, and these experiences make us who we are. Yet we cannot remember every second of our lives and cannot know what is yet to come, so we can never fully answer, "Who am I?"
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