for centuries reality has been filtered through structure. communities seem like they eventually gather around some sort of institutionalization. i have been in many conversations with many people who believe that over time an idea will eventually be transformed into some sort of structural form of its latter self. some think there is no way beyond this, that we always going to be eventually crave structures. and why not? i have traveled to many places overseas and one similarity i see, no matter how poor the country, is the dispensation toward the creation of skyscrapers.
that somehow someone somewhere made the universal rule that to be successful (or to be deemed successful) you have to have a sky scraper. but what about the unknown. or the unknown unknowns. those things that we don’t know about, and that they themselves (the unknowns) arent aware of? we only know what we know. or maybe better said, we only know what we think we are capable of knowing.
psychoanalyst jacques lacan defines psychosis as: “when the Name-of-the-Father is foreclosed for a particular subject, it leaves a hole in the symbolic order which can never be filled; the subject can then be said to have a psychotic structure, even if he shows none of the classical signs of psychosis.”
whenever there is a hole, there is tendency or assumption that it must be filled. psychosis isn’t simply the recognition of the hole, but it is the act/attempt to fill it with something else. so rather then dealing with lack or absence it is the denial of its presence altogether.
this is the same i think with our understanding of history and how we define the world. in one place, jesus prays that we not be of this world. for me this isn’t a nod to some sort of transcendental reality beyond us, but rather it is a nod toward the reality that the current reality isn’t all of reality. that the potential of reality or the world has yet to be fully realized. that history itself does not have to dictate to us what might happen in the future.
for most, history tells us that everything will eventually end in some sort of structured form. but maybe it is because we don’t know our future, which is an absence; we only rely on how we define history now. but what if could progress beyond our own psychosis? which in the end means allow the absence to be what it is, an absence. rather than attempt to fill the future with our assumptions, we allow the absence to remain. to look to the future still relies on the past that we are currently a part of. but what if we could look beyond on our own history rather than deifying moments or people in them? what if in the attempt to look to history we have gotten ourselves into a rut to repeat it, but that is what we were meant to do? that we were meant for more? in truth, the future is still unwritten. it doesn’t have to mirror the past. to be beyond this world means we need to be willing to ask what the world could look like without structures. without what we see before us.
if we don’t do this, if remain in a cyclical pattern of trying to cover up the absence rather than allow it to remain than all we do is agree that our psychosis has the last word.