Only the mixture of elements is different, a difference very
important for the individual, insignificant for the race.
-- Kafka--
Her continuous efforts to be beautiful is reminiscent of the repetitive punishment of Hell.
--Benjamin--
And whereas it is in the nature of being to appear and thus disclose itself, it is in the nature of process to remain invisible; to be something whose existence can only be inferred from the presence of certain phenomena. For here in the processes of inner life, found in the passions through introspection, can become the standards and rules for the creation of the "automatic life" of "that artificial man" who is "the great Leviathon."
--Arendt--
The diverse appetites subjugated to state authored definitions become a passive groundwork for manipulation. Authorship and manufacture of the definitions allows for the apotheosis of the image and thus domination over the passions. Systemic compliance becomes the only legitimate means for the fulfillment of the various appetites. The definition is notable, not for its abstract nature, but for the all inclusive manner in which it holds sway over all lived experience. Improvisation is adjusted to complement the definition. Imagination loses its insouciant character within a political and social correctness. The critical impulse evaporates within the miasma of obsequious slogans which focus on the undiminished supply of narcissistic pride.
Passion is the motivating element which governs the imagination to its extremities. The successful dominance of avarice and vanity over reason through strategies, calculations and machinations needs no further explanation than this:
As long as we're young, we manage to find excuses for the stoniest indifference, the most blatant caddishness, we put them down to emotional eccentricity or some sort of romantic inexperience. But later on, when life shows us how much cunning, cruelty, and malice are required to keep the body at ninety-eight-point-six, we catch on, we know the score, we begin to understand how much swinishness it takes to make up a past. Just take a close look at yourself and the degree of rottenness you've come to. There's no mystery about it, no more room for fairy tales; if you've lived this long, it's because you've squashed any poetry you have in you.
--Celine--
(August Minz is a writer in Philippstahl, Germany.)