I go to sleep with questions and wake up with answers. Common enough for many people.
But I got an interesting answer this morning:
Last night, I was reading through and mulling over “identity”, how it gets lost in SET THEORY (held externally to the system making for an incomplete system of description, although extraordinarily, unimaginably powerful in its field, enough to describe nearly all of it all by itself, as the fundamental unit is abstract), preserved in Merelogy (study of parts to whole relationships, which can be “mapped” to SET THEORY via ontology and has the additional benefit of being able to describe things that are “concrete”, such as concrete. Or tables and table legs. They like table legs and tables, especially pushing four tables together and asking Set Theory, “You think that’s one table don’t you, but it’s four tables, one SURFACE and *we* keep all the legs too – hahahaha oh wait you can too? Well, *we* recognize that it won’t be a perfect surface ::: sticks out tongue :::) – while Set Theory brings the ideal mathematical black hole by Mereology’s tongue and watches it be spaghettified to infinities, something mereology can’t do in *quite* the same way (although it can have unique indefinites which is functionally similar to infinities).
Anyway, through all that, I get asked something about Kant and a mirror (chirality I guess?) and I prattle off an answer about the fundamental uniqueness of things, allowing you to rephrase the question into, “how is the left hand with right hand mirror image having anything to do with each other at all”, rather than being confused about identity, because their identities are already unique.
[your right hand is *not* the left hand in the mirror]
So, the answer I woke up with this morning was a “musical idea” that’s been playing for the past 1/2 hour or so from the moment I woke up.
It’s still playing now in the background.
The thing about a musical idea (I don’t know what else to call them) for me is that they go through changes, permutations, folds, inversions, complementary things play with it, they get stretched, lost, found, killed, reborn, split up into pieces, smashed, modulo with itself and other themes, seeming to disappear entirely as almost entirely novel things are brought in, then comes back with lyrics, out of nowhere, singing about going to heaven where it will live forever and ever, then minutes of a single note playing repeatedly, monotonously and methodically attempting to destroy the identity of the musical idea, which ceases to be for some time more just as it had almost reached nirvana… and survives my typing this message to this moment, even though I temporarily would be ignoring it as I think of what words to write and what I want to say, it still bubbles back in it some changed form.
Yet, it can return at an unknown moment, just as it was in the beginning, although I’ve lost it many many times already, it didn’t lose me.
Identity.
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Interesting – the imprint of the musical idea is still there. I just recalled a piece of the long song (a part where it converged with the Soviet national anthem for a bit, seemed to disappear completely then come back later), and it brought the musical idea back, this time playing loudly and proudly, saying, “I was there the whole time”.
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