Beware the loop of Moat Mobius over which you must pass…
Today the wonderful newsletter, A Word A Day (AWAD), combined two aspects of Cinnamon’s multifaceted theme for the current phase of the Tenth Daughter of Memory writing exercise: Trapped. They seemed to unlock a trap I’d laid for myself by requiring my entry to be in a story about Dick and Jane or the three bears so artfully entertaining in themselves that the metaphor for how we spring our own traps in life I intended is barely bold enough to bear detection. The preamble above is such a mordant meditation on the traps language lays when we trigger them with desire for uniformity to replace variety in the evolution of language.
The first aspect was suggested by the word for the day being: mortmain, n. dead hand, which immediately evoked the trap of tradition as a limit on contemporary thought and thereby behavior. Such dogma and orthodoxy ranges from faith that, if each generation over millennia maintains a behavior whose ritual and purpose they understand less and less, their seemingly impossible prophecy will come to pass, to citizens who believe the words, “…all men are created equal,” knowing full well they were written by the rich white founders on the backs of their slaves and simultaneously trust their rich progeny to not be like that, to brokenhearted divorcees because marriage was 'sposed to work. I'll call this aspect the mortmain momentum trap.
The second aspect is characterized by the quote for the day:-
“It is hard enough to remember my opinions, without also remembering my reasons for them.”- Nietzsche.
It represents the neomortmain traditions we've invented for ourselves since being educated to bury such unruly spontaneity as treating each new day as if it was a new day. I'll call it the memory momentum trap within which we paint the vastness of the universe as it exists in the present as a mere sliver squeezed between the bulk of our retained memories and our impatience to be rewarded for bearing them. Acquisitive people cannot spare the time to be inquisitive about the source of the loot and so are trapped by minimizing the present, the only time or place anything exists.
Unlike the limited ingredients of a Big Mac, I AM one with everything, even the Big Mac. One cannot build a bridge from here now to here now without employing the circular logic that creates the greatest distance between the same point. This is the function of Moat Mobius, by the way. There is no bait but our desire that imagines a separation, designs a bridge then draws it. How artistic. If there is no preexisting gap, bridge is the new wedge.
“This is not a pipe.” — René Magritte