In the Key of F: Thoughts on Individuals Figurations and their capacity for Group Identity Formation

In the Key of F: Thoughts on Individuals Figurations and their capacity for Group Identity Formation*

Nations are forged from the creative spirit of kin [semi-chosen family] whom rise from its Spirit, oft within their borders, but not necessarily so, such is that heart – great and wide flung – as wide as a Nomos stretches and in this is the Imperial Heart evermore a Spirit Universal [perhaps a, Homo Universalis] that stretches endlessly like a God Star.**


In death this bright dust builds and sustains fires that grow the national character in the hands of bards and writers, politicians, fable makers and more, as national jewels, these (ought be) glorified treasures, too often passed-over (bigotry and prejudice do a disservice), ignorance is no friend, yet only time and experience seem to provide wisdom, such that these cultural makers oft in their present unrecognized and shunned, will later be celebrated (and for this those that arise to such heights to find these fellows as friends, lament that their dead bodies/their remaining corpus will be all the more ply for so called futureal rigorous analysis/use by future servants of the master university discourse***) for that which ought (and in time will) otherwise be celebrated for their illuminations – being the very mirrors/images/forms of people from which peoples shall know themselves, through their images, their words, contain the soft parts: eyes and tongue (not to forget the brain and intestines, the ancient mythical temple is of man wrought in stones and metals), atop the pyramid and resting inside it, magnifying its social air through intoxication towards aspiration. Yet it is wise to remember that the nomos has teeth, and symmetry in this divine game of sympathetic magic calls forth the science of mimicry which is too well suited for this game; for behold doth not the viper doth mimic its prey?.


A creative soul is always a viper in their own nest, of and from it, standing apart, carved like a Star, a Soul – immanent, material, arising from the weak forces the binds the mass so strongly together, such that to arise above becomes a great feat, and to eschew pessimism even greater, resting yet neither nihilism or a stoic other, but rather joyful and courageous, light and fun, decked with rich veins of colorful character painted by their own brush, adorned with the jeweled-views of the endless would be others, from which a Nation rises, a People arise, a Groupsickle emerges****, that is, emerges from and unlike these groups, these folk arise from the well of the world o.v. a will their own, which is not animal, but rather monster, alien, man, alchemist, and from this a race, a caste/model/a character, as such, a figuration is cast and thus their light aspires a culture, a cause, a pact, a movement, establishes, in light – these myths founding a nation, this status – a call, a kind to be and to become, and in that becoming man unfold their reflections of the social order found in the characters writ large in the metafictions of the times. Altering the character (of the militant, or the priest), providing new characters (in our time the anti-hero), and so forth, these great dividuals that while born in time, stand above as seeming eternals (shall their lives also give infinitely to us to form ourselves from the many we identify).


*Thoughts on collective bundles, emergence through the social, its amplification, and feedback loop, the shaping of the nation through individualized Mythic-Stars, and by that we mean or harken back to the reality that at one time the question of what it means to be "German" answered through the personhood [historical idealizations and characters of] Goethe]


**the "it" is meant to be ambiguous in this section


***see Lacan


****see Guattari's Chaosmosis