The act of writing anything begins with some amount of trouble, the Self interacting with the mind in producing the written word does not behave as an instrument of continuous linear production. Before the writer even sits down to write the thing before them has produced itself in fragments between the mind and the Self as dialogue, between the mind and self and the world. And as they continue to write this dialogue between a multitude of parts continues, the writer gets up after forty minutes and in the background the production of this dialogue goes on. If one was to attempt to write out their thoughts as they happened the product would be jagged and jutting out (hitting each interconnected piece) and involve revisement that in the revisement's dialogue with the whole writing produces an entire, *the writer at this point stops to find information wy have at the tip of his tongue* pando aspen forest with roots connecting with itself and interlinking and the change offered by the writer's, no!, the thinker's rest affecting in some way the whole of the structure. The difficulty of thought in this way is that one cannot sketch the entirety of a forest in a single image, any thought does not produce itself as an entire subject on the page. The self cannot even understand this forest because it is an interlinkiage between the self and the mind that neither fully has access to. In this way no one is fully capable to grasp a thinker's writing, the writer produces a piece and uses words they are not fully aware in what way they mean, the place of the word within the structure of a thinker's thought remains in some part unknown to them. This is the way I use
Where Thought Belongs.
Where Thought Belongs.
Where Thought Belongs.
The act of writing anything begins with some amount of trouble, the Self interacting with the mind in producing the written word does not behave as an instrument of continuous linear production. Before the writer even sits down to write the thing before them has produced itself in fragments between the mind and the Self as dialogue, between the mind and self and the world. And as they continue to write this dialogue between a multitude of parts continues, the writer gets up after forty minutes and in the background the production of this dialogue goes on. If one was to attempt to write out their thoughts as they happened the product would be jagged and jutting out (hitting each interconnected piece) and involve revisement that in the revisement's dialogue with the whole writing produces an entire, *the writer at this point stops to find information wy have at the tip of his tongue* pando aspen forest with roots connecting with itself and interlinking and the change offered by the writer's, no!, the thinker's rest affecting in some way the whole of the structure. The difficulty of thought in this way is that one cannot sketch the entirety of a forest in a single image, any thought does not produce itself as an entire subject on the page. The self cannot even understand this forest because it is an interlinkiage between the self and the mind that neither fully has access to. In this way no one is fully capable to grasp a thinker's writing, the writer produces a piece and uses words they are not fully aware in what way they mean, the place of the word within the structure of a thinker's thought remains in some part unknown to them. This is the way I use