/lit/ - Literature

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Perhaps no other idea represents the arch of time of our own era better than that of the Become. There is no positive attribution here, the become may represent arrival within being, transition to non-being, or even the gradient measures of becoming. The opposition to Parmenides is obvious, that of Heraclitus less so, possibly even impossible to understand through the modern sentience of perception.
Spengler's philosophy of history speaks of this becoming of non-being - decline is persistent, the only being its very negation. And although he describes it he is incapable of escaping its forces - history is the setting upon of lost time with the theoretical artifacts of dead time. Another era is constructed and its being appears more colourful than our own. The inescapable force of the Katechon demands such a relation to time. Junger says elsewhere that the benefit of time would have only resulted in Spengler seeing more ideas and less figures - being with history would have only taken him further from the truth. The weight of the idea increases in its distance from the figure, and so the enclosure of time defends our ideas, equalizes the force against lost figures. Spengler, as all moderns, must abandon time in order to defeat it. An entire history must be built up to confront these lost figures of dead time. Terracotta armies are unearthed and exchanged for the memento mori of our own time.

This is in opposition to history as a force, our own being out of time through which the body is relinquished, but not the figure. The Muses are gods ahead of time, and our judgment is always before the Hours - thus art must always be a fruitful death. Monuments and realism are the Become, beneath which stand the immaterial Terracotta Armies of the gods. This is what Antigone sees forming beneath the denial of burial rites: the entirety of history rising in a figure of Epimetheus. Spengler sees an exile into peace, eternal return to that moment just before the Katechon. Schmitt sees every moment of 1,948 years turning beneath a totality. There can never be a decline in force, the world only spins faster.
Everything flows, yet difference escapes us all in nothingness. We are as distant from Parmenides and Heraclitus as they were from the gods. Yet some law remains which binds us - the force of the Three Gorges Dam is equal to that placid stillness where the tidal bore meets the brook. Nature entrenches itself beyond the laws of perception. Dominion and form combine in the figure of the machine-gunner defending a crest camouflaged by ash trees. And he who persists in attacking the position which may be held eternally perfects non-being. We have entrenched ourselves opposite nature, beyond the laws of time.
It is here that non-being descends upon us as the ultimate form of being. Time is an illusion, and an impossible weight.