Fragment on Thought-Force

  Thought-force is the sole faciality, the pansychic basis flowing or leaking as from a cosmic faucet univocally from the (non)-one, the (non)-god. Concealement reveals the force of thought force when, in prayer, the cloud of unknowing protects us from the demonic other. The demonic other who is Satan personified (the "prince of darkness") is that adversary who wishes to bend my thought-force back on me, "stupefying" me, but here I must double-down and really force things.

The normal state-of-being of the monad is that of being in-ideology. To be in-ideology is not just to be the "average sensual man", but something more ridiculous, it is to be a meme, it is to exist as a fragment of some larger whole, to be part of a kind of hive mind, to be hypnotized by the memes that organize groups. Here Pound's notion of the "average sensual man" takes on the aspect of: panels of erogenous zones, hysterical surfaces of titillation. These planes (to speak in a geometrical, Spinozist way) are always coming out of joint, which is anxiety. They are pumped up with information, and the dopamine and serototin secreted from doomscrolling becomes the manic phase of a cycle which is ultimately dominated by anxiety.

So here we are faced with the very general question, "what is anxiety?". Anxiety is that vulnerable knot or point of impotence within the Freudian schematism. Alain Badiou gives a detailed description of the active subject in Logics of Worlds. But in essence, this problem of the phallus is one that is gladly shoved aside by addicted monads, particularly by the justly named "zoomers" of the youngest generation. Thus, the tender lesion, as it were, in our subjectivity that anxiety re-enforces, the impotence that leaks from the monad and renders it subservient to an alien thought-force as opposed to an appropriated thought-force, creates the famous "paranoid style" and "anti-intellectualism" that still riddles the "common" with holes.