Let us again pretend that life is a solid substance, shaped like a globe, which we turn about in our fingers. Let us pretend that we can make out a plain and logical story, so that when one matter is dispatched - love for instance - we go on, in an orderly manner to the next.
- Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Waves in motion are all in which the universe consists: radio waves, sea waves, gravitational waves... Against an image of the whole Earth, a black hole, the near-constant wave of sense-impressions, where are we? How are we? When does the individual particle get to jump from the multitude?
When the granules of life are placed against the immensity of the universe and the perpetual drum of time, like the forever beat of a sea wave crashing on the shore, the sociopolitical quandaries which make up human existence lose their weight and the events which build a life appear random. Let us again pretend that life is a solid substance.
We find in our lives that the past is not yet past, it ruptures continually into the present — black holes, unresolved and unfolding. The Past’s many people, objects and thoughts, they, like us, are [still] alive in hydrogen, in oxygen; in carbon, in phosphorous, and iron; in sodium and chlorine.
…shaped like a globe...In the vast space of Blackness, which conjures lifes, could the past also be a position? Dark was the Night, cold was the Ground. The body bends the light and time, and in the soft darkness, its projection folds and conditions the Earth.…which we turn about in our fingers…
To capture a black hole, knowing must be made anew; a forecast of the modes of necessity for language, form, and measuring of and for a story that has not ended...Let us pretend that we can make out a plain and logical story...The same questions and issues repeat across historical time; the storytelling itself but reemerging in different processes and tools of the age...so that when one matter is dispatched - love for instance...
When we look back on our life, the blur, it is not one life that we see but many. Calm comes with that Grace, both given and found. Enabling power, to behold: to be held, cradled. Reconciled and healed we go on, in an orderly manner to the next.
The Waves, here and now,do not offer answers or fill the void, but considers what would it mean to move away from an image of transcendental unity and purpose and embrace a true multiversal, an order built from the being that incorporates the fluid, the undisciplined, and the improvisational.