Topo-nullius

They say about the idea of life, of polis and police of law and language, of muthos and telos; Of seeds that speak, of violence that erupts, and those moving rationale within drives and eros. I, too, have tried to pore over these lofty terms with a false sense of pride; like the one you feel at webinars chanting 'alterity' and 'discourse'. With passion and life-affirms. I have tried to drink glee with a glass and look within the writ points of mnemo-history, their sites and pauses dreaming in between, what it takes to form disciplines without causes. There has been so little change since Plato's three layered souls or the Stoic 'assent' Marxist ethics or the post-modern descent into the never ending celebration of the pyrrhonian skeptic ethos. And that now that I sing books are books are books are books to look away an eye from an eye, a word from a word, things aren't philosophy within spaces of conquest, and I live on to battle and beat a struggle against thought and topos.