traces of another singularity • gary e. davis • berkeley


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	traces of another singularity gary e. davis	June 27, 2025

life, a phenotype, personity individuated highly.

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A resort—conceptual, in my instance—isn’t basically about escaping others,
rather providing a focal place for constellating diverse sensibilities who may highly complement each other.

Besides, we all live by ordinary days, sharing the same general topography
of life and a life cycle, a shared humanity.

An academic place, for instance, isn’t about dismissing ordinary days. In fact, appreciatring extraordinary aspects of our days can be part of a high purpose.

A doctor of medicine doesn’t disrespect clients who aren’t health care profes-
sionals. A research scientist doesn’t shun common interest addressed by main-
stream media.

So, what’s with anti-elitism (e.g., MAGA world) toward persons who don’t,
in the first place, consider themselves elitist?

Thank goodness for specialists! The complexity of the world is fully compre-
hensible by no one, yet implicitly belongs to everyone because we’re alive
in the same planetary miracle of long-evolved, humane (?) sensibility.

Every leading mind knows that graciousness is no condescension, likewise
for we modest venturers in the archetropal odyssey of a life.

Relative to silly anti-elitism, my sundry gardening of conceptual adventuring— or call it idealization of scientific artistry—is to be read countering elitism,
just like any special interest is part of a topography of our shared humanity
in which everyone belongs, if “you” can see it, and if you can appreciate your own belonging in the diversity of our shared world.

Besides, higher appreciation leads to better happiness.

Being highly interested in better landscapes, horizons, depths and heartfulness can lead to better practicality in one’s times.

It gives reason to be well for a “good_ life,” beyond resigned survival, for eventually (to my mind) eventfully journaling home loved mysteries from
wilds of conceivability.

But no mastery of emergent futures awaits, which mythical gods were supposed to provide, then science, though better practicality can design better prospects for the intrinsic futurity of Our evolving.

A good* conception emerges from our wanting realistic entailments and feasible prospects for a life, for our culture, for the society, and for goodG politics: a practical humanity.

No longer can academic thinking pretend that high flourishing derives from a preceding conception (be it godly or metaphysicalist). Good conceptions arise from our shared form of life altogether.

At best, the constellating conception evinces an appellant horizon of promise for fulfilling efficacy which will inspire future working.

Redundancy of terms and themes echoes (or implies) cyclicity of holistic,
“all-things-considered” thinking for generative efficacy of long-term flour-
ishing, as days go by, seasons, and generations, relative to ultimate night,
the Great Silence whose random constellations oriented the first seafarers, which only We Earthans of the galaxy can discern, so far as We know.

So, here I am, here, like everyone, to have been too soon, living in the present gift of Time, a futurity of presence all my own, giving time and sprouting as if gardening may trope a conception of artistry.

Fruitful reconciliations of old age—the slowing emergence of the horizonal vortex: impending death of Time for the life—can prevail over resignation. Writing may derive, distill, constellate somethng which lasts, maybe, apart from belongings of the dead farmed out to flea markets, or just dumped.

“Condolences, cosmic clown.”