What is dirt but the hodgepodge of elementary components of organic matter, the broken down chaos from which life emerges? And then that which is pure seems to be what is born and unified, or at least born a harmonized body. But neither never lasts! The emergence of a harmonic body in a field of chaos is bound to become interspersed with differentiated elements over time, eventually to dissolve, while life delights in its formations out of chaos.
These two need each other. Within the chaotic dirt, there is intoxicating freedom of potentiality. What will combine amidst the elementary components? What will emerge? The possibilities for creation are endless, though in the end they will be shaped by what already exists.
These types obsessed with the preservation of purity just crack me up. The undifferentiated pure loses all of its preciousness the more time passes that it exists. Growing in power and scope, the pure uses up all of the raw materials of creation to sustain itself; the undifferentiated and monolithic begins to appear as death, like the surfaces and colors of a funeral parlor. And that is even setting aside the fact that there are many possible patterns of formation of parallel undifferentiated pure bodies.
Preservation of the pure intensifies all the more its potentials for dissolution.
And for all its freedom, how horrible that endless procession of disintegration and consumption that accompanies the formation and existence of chaos, making all the more valuable the unities, the purities that eventually coalesce.
