Ethics of Transitions

Inter-section 2Cis-theme

In me there grows a teeming orchard.

I cannot distinguish each shoot, each trunk, each branch.

There a high crown of justice, here these groves of doubt, in front of a charred trunk whose name has been forgotten.

In me there grows a luxuriant forest.

Links and lianas.

Clearings, barks, blazes and symbioses. Root, rhizome and mycelium. Steppes, hopes, arborescences, desires, crevices, jalousies, nectars, lattices, courages, saps and mosses.

Clear and obscure. Cymes and abysms. Flowering and spawning. Wildernesses and coppices.

Efflorescences, effleurages, flecks, cracks and cuttings.

In me there grows a multiple and countless world.

In me and in everyone it is so.

Worlds.

In you too.

The One

Everything is one. Underneath all multiplicity, beyond all difference, through all alterity, there is oneness. It all stems from the one. It all leads to the one.

Each singular case is a modality of the one.

The one comprises everything. Everything is connected. Everything can be comprehended on the basis of the one.

No repetition, no deviation, no variation on the theme exhausts it.

The one is what any variation is variation on.

All of the parts are parts of the whole. The one is whole.

One is everything.

Everything is one.

Others and multiples

Different ways of understanding, of comprising. And so many other ways of being other.

Things are more complicated. Or everything can always be further complicated. Or it is a special case, sometimes, depending on the ...