I've been reading Bataille's
Inner Experience during lunch at work rather than socializing with my coworkers. The man's insight into mystical experience was profound, though I fear much of the work is lost on those who haven't had similar experiences (similar to explaining Sartre's nausea to someone who has never felt it, or the death of God to someone who hasn't lost their faith). I have yet to find someone so similar to myself in beliefs... I am Bataille (in the same way Bataille said "I am Nietzsche" and Nietzsche identified himself with every great name in history). I've been digging into the wound opened many years ago (my own mystical [how I hate that word] experience), laughing at the contingencies of our existence and sobbing over the chasm between language and the world (and then laughing at the absurdity of philosophy's self-important task of talking in detail about everything).
But the world calls again and I'm forced to deal with what is incorrectly called "real life." I have to drive around West Des Moines today taking care of a number of unfortunate errands. I have to secure financing for the new home, drop off a check, and work from 11-8 today.
The
new place is on 5322 Ingersoll, one of the poshest old neighborhoods in Des Moines. For those of you familiar with the area, it's a few minutes from the synagogue on Grand Ave. The condo is one unit of six in an old mansion. This way, I'll avoid WDM cookie-cutter Hell and will be close enough to downtown to avoid any excuses for not going. The condo is beautiful inside and the views from the windows are inspiring.
More to come as the need to write continues.