Problematic Imaginary Boundaries
Once there was no property. Once there were no words. Everything was one. There wasn’t even a thought process about whether things were one or many. Once we were our bodies. We didn’t treat them as something you need to have a relationship with, or something you could use. We were our bodies. I need to be my body again. Somehow when I was growing up, I got the impression that my body was just a machine, that I could exploit to get what I wanted. a kind of intrapersonal colonialism. I think I have Descartes to thank in large part. I don’t even want to say “my body”. Perhaps I should say body me. Or knee me. or tummy me. Cognizing it as property is making me sick.
Boundaries between states, another imaginal device, are making them sick in so many ways. Hard boundaries between people are making us sick. Overabundance of resources trapped in the propriety of a few, making them sick from excess. Scarcity of resources for many, causing stress and ill health.
What would it be like, to live in a world where the boundedness, and the boundedlessness of all things were recognised and acknowledged at all times?