The Indomitability Of Fragility

Life, because it’s weaker than the matter it works into guns and swords, into ships and bridges and Wall Street transactions, symbols of war, symbols of peace, lecture halls and great postulations on the nature of the universe, insinuates itself, trickles in a silver line down a wall of granite and diffuses into the warm blood of a mammal or mingles with the proteins and lipids of an egg, grows into a grizzly or human or albatross. It’s an inexorable and uncompromising weakness that finds its apotheosis in the muscle of the ox and elephant, in the fierce eye of a warrior, the paintbrush in the hand of a madman working out bizarre choreographies on the wall of a building, sentiments to erode the greatest of oppressions, the divine graffiti of delirium. It takes the inertness of matter and kicks it into gear. It’s a nihilistic impulse that accompanies the exhaustion of faith and derives impetus from the negation of illusion and affirmation of form. The world has been corrupted by belief. Faith is reduced to opinion. This is why people are vulnerable to believing anything. The hypermarket of beliefs feeds on rampant, free-floating anxieties. The weakness of believing perverts the art of doubting. The more we deny our fragility by wanting to protect ourselves the more we lose the true exhilaration of being alive.