STARS, SOCKS, AND SOCKETS

As I was writing this, a friend of mine, Gray Kochhar-Lindgren, a philosopher of culture who writes about golf and ghosts, sent me a link to an interview in which another friend of mine, a philosopher of religion and culture, Mark C. Taylor, following Blanchot and Jean Luc-Nancy, makes this statement regarding inter-relational knowledge: – let’s just call it that for lack of imagination right now – “what we have in common is that we have nothing in common.” Taylor’s point is that whatever knowledge is disseminated by academics in whatever form, and with whatever degree of certainty – though he advocates for the dissolution of old-fashioned fetishism with peer reviewed articles and the like that no one reads – should enhance people’s ability to pose questions and produce ideas precisely across disciplines, and also along the lines of what is not given unto ourselves to know. Taylor wrote many books in which he tackles the question of faith in relation to both certainty and uncertainty. Now I wonder if Vincent is thinking of the same. As with cosmic vibrations, I sense that someone is following someone else. Faithfully. Some stepping into others’ footprints (material or immaterial, as the case may be) is going on. I wonder what socks Vincent is wearing. Or what socket he is plugged into right now.
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