It is a dynamic mood. One of uncertainty and questioning. Here the 'nothing more' is not silenced by the flamboyant correctness of the ego, it is as present as the invisible potential for death which surrounds us in each of our most mundane of days. It is a mood opposing the finity of definition. Instead, in this open disposition, we find ourselves limitless to what we may be: I claim nothing, I am everything, insomuch as I am potential.
Such striving to behold a thing as infinite may be an odd and admirable goal. It has it's share of problems. We may attempt two routes. The first is the cluttered infinite defining of a thing, indeed paradoxical. The second is to strip all meaning from the thing, rendering it no-thing, beyond the defining word 'nothing'. This second attempt leading to anxiety.
In the first we behold an object, and with futility, 'begin' to behold it in each of it's possible defined forms towards infinity. We may begin by taking a tea cup for instance, and describing it first as 'tea-cup' then as 'bowl' and then as 'hammer', 'garbage', 'love', 'freedom', 'horse-nest' and so forth into everything so remote and obscure. And too, in order for our beholding to be open, this object must be understood in a balanced way. It can be no more 'tea-cup' than it is 'hammer' or 'love'. Meanwhile, as we describe this once 'tea-cup', now infinite thing, we can begin to see it shrinking. It shrinks and shrivels under the weight of our absurd endeavor. Here we are crushing it into everything, one definition at a time. The attempt however fails us humans immediately with the decision to attempt to see the object as infinite way to begin with. This desire to see a thing infinite, being a disposition and the one which is guiding our endeavor, ends up sabotaging our balanced crushing of the object. At the very least, the exercise may serve as a flawed replica of a thing infinite.
Such striving to behold a thing as infinite may be an odd and admirable goal. It has it's share of problems. We may attempt two routes. The first is the cluttered infinite defining of a thing, indeed paradoxical. The second is to strip all meaning from the thing, rendering it no-thing, beyond the defining word 'nothing'. This second attempt leading to anxiety.
In the first we behold an object, and with futility, 'begin' to behold it in each of it's possible defined forms towards infinity. We may begin by taking a tea cup for instance, and describing it first as 'tea-cup' then as 'bowl' and then as 'hammer', 'garbage', 'love', 'freedom', 'horse-nest' and so forth into everything so remote and obscure. And too, in order for our beholding to be open, this object must be understood in a balanced way. It can be no more 'tea-cup' than it is 'hammer' or 'love'. Meanwhile, as we describe this once 'tea-cup', now infinite thing, we can begin to see it shrinking. It shrinks and shrivels under the weight of our absurd endeavor. Here we are crushing it into everything, one definition at a time. The attempt however fails us humans immediately with the decision to attempt to see the object as infinite way to begin with. This desire to see a thing infinite, being a disposition and the one which is guiding our endeavor, ends up sabotaging our balanced crushing of the object. At the very least, the exercise may serve as a flawed replica of a thing infinite.
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