Thinking Alive

Written by Pierre Petiot

 

 

The fact is,

that I like to feel the power of thought in my guts.

 

I could just have said : the power of life

because I do not have such an understanding of thought

that would be in any way different than my understanding of life.

 

They are one.

It seems obvious at first from the most basic point of view

but I came to understand lately that there is REALLY no difference.

By "really", I mean from a scientific point of view.

But that would be long to explain...

 

Yet from the most immediate point of view,

I must say that I think with my fingers

and my legs and my toes

- don't laugh -

and my skin, and my hair

and my belly and

- again don't laugh -

with my muscles too.

 

This

I know for being the normal surrealist way of thinking

that is,

the normal way of thinking.

 

I know that this is the normal surrealist way of thinking

because Arthur Cravan was like that

and Louis Scutenaire was like that.

Both were poets and boxers.

Anf what should we say of Apollinaire ?

 

I regret not to be a boxer in some way.

And in some way I have little doubt that I am a kind of boxer too.

 

It's all bloody Plato's fault, you see

that thought appears as something "high"

whereas it is neither high not low

but just the human way of being.

Just the ANIMAL way of being for a human being.

 

Just as immediate as catching a mouse for a cat.

Just as immediate as catching a fly for a cameleon.

Just as immediate as moving your tail when you are a dog.

Just as immediate as collecting pollen when you are a bee.

 

Cats leap. Men think.

The same root, the same vital origin for the same basic movement.

Cats play with mice, men play with ideas

Mice sometimes escape, so do ideas.

Cats are rarely in control of mice, men are not either in control of their thoughts

 

Worse.

Cats are not changed by the mice they catch

Men are permanently changed by the ideas that flow into them.

Cats are not afraid of mice.

Men are permanently afraid of their own minds.

Mice do not play with cats, but ideas do play with men.

 

Our condition is something like a permanent hallucination

Thousands of images are permanently raging in our skulls.

No way to escape, no way out because that's what we are made of.

 

There is no such thing as a representation outside

Both chaos and determinism are images,

approximations of what the Real is

and reasonably good ones

But yet... Images ! Images ! Images !

 

We now know that all the possible intermediate grades

between pure chaos and pure determinism do exist.

This says aloud that chaos and determinism are just images

and that the Real is yet something else

something that we DO approach by means of images

but however something that cannot be grasped accurately by means of images

because there are no images out there.

No images outside of our skulls.

 

Images are something specific to Life.

They have no meaning to a stone and they are of no use to a stone

simply because a stone has no need for predicting the next deadly event

whereas any living being needs to predict in some way

- chemistry also predicts -

to anticipate the next accident.

 

Any living being predicts

- but we usually say "adapts".

 

Gerald Edelman and some others

have shown that both the immunity system and the brain

are cognitive systems.

 

In both systems, "imagination" is at the very core of the way things work

We "dream" antigenes that are yet to appear

or that just will never appear,

just as we dreams representations that have no equivalent in the Real.

 

In both systems, darwinian selection is set to work.

Immunity cells are selected - and self-dangerous "bloodlines" discarded -

poorly stimulated neurons die

shaping the future paths of perception and thought.

 

In both systems, chance is set to work.

Random mutations and re-assembly

produce such a huge diversity of immunity cells

that we are protected against dangers yet to imagine.

Chaos in the production of images within our minds

produces forms for things yet to be built.

 

So is it not so strange that both systems have common biological roots

So is it not so strange that they work somewhat alike.

 

This way of bending chance and chaos towards survival

this way of using the enemy to survive - that's what selection is -

this way of amplifying chance by means of reproduction

- hence transforming chance into determinism -

are typical of Life.

Just as they are typical of thought.

 

This is why

I say and I feel

that the oldest, deepest ANIMAL part of me

thinks.

And that Life has been thinking and thinkin

from the very first RNA molecule on.

 

And hence, I am sure Plato has gone to Hell

and I won't ever rescue him out of there

until he's changed his mind.

 

Life is Thought and Thought is Life

Both belong to this world and act in this world.

 

And both are magic and wonder.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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