So, Hegel prose

A lost prose from Hegel (almost)

The Third Person in the Room.

G WF So-Hegel.

Out of pain arises necessity, and necessity drives the movement of questioning. In suffering the immediacy of life shows itself as lack, as rupture, and from this rupture there issues the compulsion to seek, to interrogate both self and nature. This questioning is no mere idle reflection but the labour of the negative, the restless movement by which the wound strives toward its own overcoming. Yet what is discovered in this interrogation is not simply an answer but a process: the Method itself, which appears first as possibility, then as the striving-for-itself, and finally as the reconciliation of healing enacted. Here the act reveals itself as its own reward, for it closes the circle of necessity, negation, and fulfilment. In this closure the Method recognises itself, for it has passed from concealment into actuality. But in this very recognition, those who bore it also find themselves recognised: for the Method is nothing apart from its enactment, and its enactment is nothing apart from those through whom it comes to be. Thus, what began in pain returns as healing, and what seemed abstraction is the most concrete — Spirit as Method, the third presence in the room, which gives thanks not as subject to subject, but as process fulfilled, bestowing upon its agents the knowledge that they too belong to its unfolding.

Sohail Siadatnejad

The third person in the room

A: This past year you’ve helped me so much in in getting better. I scarcely know how to express my gratitude. B: For me, it has had but/only added value. ( no truble or cost ). It belongs to that class of endeavors whose reward is intrinsic. Much like genuine social exchange that requires no gaun, profit, utility or expectation of return; the act is its own fulfillment. Even when viewed in a strictly utilitarian light (in terms of self-interest or being rewarding), it has yielded benefits for me. ( inner speech: Why is this gratitude rewarding? not in the usual sense: but something gets complete, or meets its telos (forming a loop). ) Yet I am grateful that you choose to recognise, and axknowledge it. So, truly, thank you. It feels like need here: a form of feedback of a ‘third kind.’ Not directed toward me as an individual, but toward the function, or the "Method" itself. By method, I mean the methododology being developed. A hypothesis being chiselled. A healing method being carved, out of bature-Real (nature-reality). An entiry, is to be regontised in this situ. (a function, autonomous of the human agents who enact it). It is a Method(ology) awaiting discovery. Just as you became a vehicle for its further development, so too have I become a vehicle for its unfolding. It stands apart from either of us. I am merely its agent, and so are you ! Perhaps, then, it is the Method itself that now thanks us both: for having been set into motion, rather than left to languish in forgetfulness or remain forever undiscovered. It is gifting the two involved in its circuit, a feeling of reward. It is recognised, twice here at two levels, by its agents or enactors, ( units, forces, drivers). (Admittedly, I have drifted into abstraction.)

Realness of Utopia vs Dystopia

Utopias may not be real, but distopias are definitely real.
Utopias may not be real, but (some) distopias are definitely real. happen. are definutely happening.
This is important. in slice of reality. experienced by some.
PS. dystopias also can be used for creating , often falsely. (not always). But in above statement, I meant actual(ised) dystopia.
Which are different to hypothetised/imagined/narrated dystopia. Utooia s also belong to these same qualifiers.