Foundations

I invented these general foundations in an attempt to successfully manage my own Autistic Spectrum Disordered perception anomalies that have, over the years, swept me along in their frequent roller coaster-ride bouts of turbulence and disassociation.

In it’s root form, the Foundations, as I’ll refer to them hereafter, take on a much more portable form when we begin with a synthesis combining elements of Nietzsche, Heidegger and Kant.

It begins like this: There is a necessity of error in perspective and illusion; in so far as when that which is inherent is neither illusion nor perspective as much as it is counter-equivalent capacity relative to both when both are concomitant; occurring in the same space but perceived at different times — while that which is Object is either perspective or illusion quantity variants of the quantity variant root both have in common. Thus, the counter-hiearchical inter-relation is indeed as necessary as an error of degrees in much the same way as some degree of illusion will generally be necessary for general perspective.

From here the extrapolation should be clear enough: in subject object interposition, as the subject is necessary and object is probable, there is a Constancy of Occurrence of Either to occur in joint, direct and or inverse relation to the Other relative; from the Greatest Common General Circumstance of either to The Least Common Individual Result of the integration of Both or neither.

This Thing started long before I had words and syntax enough to adequately describe it. It is a general model that has evolved over the years that has allowed me to make sense of what Autism frequently renders peculiar and circuitous. It is possible, it operates at conscious and subconscious levels. If that is the case here, the I must argue that our subconscious mind is much more organized than we arr generally led to conclude.

Moreover, I wonder if the two co exists in much the same way as any system of language co-exists: counter-hierarchically; where our instinctive selves, our general capacity equivalence is revealed in a given interval of time to BE in joint, direct and or inverse interposition to it’s subsequent quantity variant, itself, co- relative to the same space but a different time of that interval.

Subsequently then, the field established by the constancy of subject and or object integration, simultaneously operates and co-ordinates its general structure; maintaining a parallel Fundamental Integrity across it’s range of greatest common general circumstance of the the Either: (A=A) Subject OR (B=subcounter A) Object to the least common individual result of the integration of both, as would be the case we might see in relatively balanced personality; OR Neither; in which case the general personality we would encounter would not all appear balanced.

For the sake of argument, I believe we can safely rule out the latter; at least for the time being. In terms of illustration; giving the above jargon, albeit mostly self-invented, some kind of recognizable grounding, at lest recognizable to the general reader, I’m going to briefly describe a recent holiday round-trip Amtrack to see and and spend time with my brother, sisters-in-law and their families and friends living in parts north of Ann Arbor, my town of current residence.

I’ll start with the capacity equivalence; love, of brother, of family of friends and even passersby; the one common undercurrent thread throughout the whole uneventful and yet the most relaxing stretch-your-legs-and-toes-without cramping; in a-ridiculously-over-sized comfy-Chair-Time, this fifty seven year old African American-been around the block-landing-on his butt-in-enough rodeos than he cares admit or even remember- kind-of-Male cares to admit or even remember.

I can’t say that a lot happened. It didn’t; and the precisely the point. You see, I can’t speak for every one out there, but I’m going to hazard a guess that families in general have their share of secrets; ghosts and wishes (undigested morsels of common and sometimes not so common at all) pasts that left a bad taste in someone’s regret; someone’s unresolved guilt or anger or at the time it happened: perceived slight, whatever it was, done of course, on purpose.

We’ve all been there, right?

Uhmm hmm!

Anyway, the point is, well for me that is, this year I clearly chose not to focus on those secrets that have haunted my family in much the same way many families are un-welcoming-ly visited; kind of like when your favorite dog farts and for five minutes they are anything but your favorite.

In the fact, the fart itself happens to be quantity variant; generally probable in joint, direct and/or inverse relation to the dog you know as “your best friend; the love you exchange being that capacity equivalence, that inherent, intangible, definition-resistant cogito that first-bonds a dog to their handler and vice-versa.”

Of course, there is the Constancy of Occurrence of either the inherent love as exchanged and or the probable biologically based fart, in joint, direct and or inverse relation; but as a constant, in and of itself, it’s variant quantity is perceived relative to the Greatest Common General Circumstance of either the inherent love or the inevitable fart to The Least Common Individual Result of the integration of both, in this case, love and farting (which feeling is stronger: attraction or not so much) OR neither.

In the latter case; good luck finding a dog whose farts don’t stink. I’m no expert but I don’t feel such a breed has or ever will exist. In balance, one often will fare better with an inherent capacity equivalence such as love opposed to a probable quantity variant such as the proverbial farting dog.

The same could be said for people too you know.

You know; people like family, friends; neighbors you smile at not necessarily because it’s polite (although that in and of itself is generally a darn good reason); but because for other people on the counter-hierarchical side of your eyes, there is a capacity equivalent and hopefully, mutual necessity in generally recognizing those on the opposite side of the garden variety iris-pupil set-up, as inherently (deep, deep down where the sun don’t shine, and the only thing that even comes close, you have to get on sale at Ace Hardware or someplace) something we often come face to face with as parts of ourselves clash with interior regions we thought we had forever banished from consciousness, like Lucifer; growing too big for his britches, unceremoniously booted into a Forever-pit some overzealous monk picked up at a rummage sale when Rome tripped over her vain-glorious arrogance some centuries before.

To make a long story short, we make allowances; not necessarily giving in or implying consent or even brown-nosing for that matter as much as we make deals; we give a little so we can get a little. If we need help and whatever we’re after is bigger than our head, we work in tandem with the like-minded; but at the end of the day — it’s all about the DEAL.

And all deals are, after all, counter-hierarchical.

But there are other examples of counter-hiearchical text and integration in subject and object interposition we can see in the foundations of our common human nature. Take, for instance, the following, somewhat auto-ethnographic, parable, presented in the second person narrative stance.

Imagine for a moment; close your eyes and don’t think; look back far as you can, get really quiet and look; don’t judge, don’t be scared: you’re going back, back before the moment you first began; way, way back before you had words, before you knew sounds or what it was like to be wet, to be crouched in a ball; in a universe of color, darkness and flashes of light; before you even knew what shapes were or were not.

Before you became You.

Before you became You what were you? Who or who were you and where did you come from? You don’t remember, do you? But you came from somewhere; your eyes are closed and still there is — light and darkness; shadows and wisps of unfamiliar things just beyond recollection. And then there was almost as if it came the moment you felt for the first time — You; floating ever so slightly with no knowledge of any word, tilting to and fro to a repetitive… thump — Thump…thump — Thump… thump — Thump; your A=A thus is established .

You have no sense of time, space or identity; the only thing you now know is that you have become You for the very first time.

Much later in life You would describe this moment of winking into existence; the capacity of your first Equivalence; the beginning of the oldest part of your mind; the root of your subconscious and the foundations of the human being you will one day become; instinctively driven by a Functional, albeit rudimentary instinctive Mind; your B = counter A as it were.

But that’s not all.

As you become more and more YOU, you react to that sound you will one day call a heartbeat; to the quantity variant swirl of fluid surrounding you; to the probable things you can’t see but feel; your fingers, your hands your legs, all for the very first time. You were not aware of it at the time, but each movement, each and every reaction was a building block in Constancies of Occurrence between the inherent you, and the You in Object Space that would eventually become Your Procedural Mind — your fundamental ability to reason; to inherently, sub consciously figure things out; to discover; not to make war or even conquer; but to explore; to reach, punch; test the boundaries, kick and roll and pull on that thing coming out of what you and others would call one day — your stomach.

This is your C = sub Counter A asserting itself in a range between Greatest Common General Circumstance to the Least Common (i)ndividuality as result.

This is how you generally and fundamentally became You.

It is, I argue, how we all first came into being; and as it were, also how we exit.

Generally speaking of course.🤔