melodic identity
The self is a melody. Each note is not the totality, each note is nothing on its own. There is no absolute connections between one note and the next. Yet there exists an ineffable whole beyond the single particulars. Each particular is both not the whole and is the whole. We are always who we are and were and will be. Yet what that is is a dynamic that possesses the gift of self identity. The self is not a definitive instance of particularity. Rather the self is an ongoing relation of dynamism. Constantly in utter transient creation, constantly none other than itself. As a melody is free to drift in any direction, not randomly, but as it is created in relation to itself portraying the ineffable nuomenal identity of itself, so is man. Both radically free yet utterly bound to himself.
As the melody’s of a fugue express this contradiction of freedom and identity, so are the ideal of relations between such beings. Neither one bound by the other, but their communion in utter free self revelation producing a beauty beyond what each isolated self could be on its own. Both in their harmonies as well as their divergences from each other.
More to come, I’m exhausted…