On Gavin's thoughts. If ideas flow from the void, the void must have
something against me, because it leaves me right out of this wonderous
mystic flow. When I expose myself to the void that's just what I
experience - nothing. Every idea I ever had was in dialogue, not
because others' ideas are stolen or reflected back but because new
ideas are created. Whether they are "mine" because I say them is
about as relevant as asking whether "my" son is mine, my partner's, his
own, society's (though there are whole systems constructed around
assuming that there are unambiguous answers to that). Perhaps we
should see that we have relationships with ideas (in both senses of
"with").
Now before the relevance police say that this is trivia, the views
that we "have" about ideas are continuous with the ideas we have
about sharing and appropriating other things. I'm rather
enthusiastic about the concept of jouissance, whereby the
uncalculated giving (of whatever) results in increased production.
When I get saddest, however, is when other people are not operating
the same way - it is the fear that one's contribution will simply be
apropriated that makes one mean and wary of being exploited. Makes
one conscious of "mine".
Pam Shurmer-Smith
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