It seems that many things in the world go through similar phases: development, peak and degeneration. It is so potentially, because any process can be interrupted at any given time, but if a process starts and continues, then phases are probably inevitable. In the first phase habits are formed, in the second – various optimum slash maximum versions are realised, and in the last phase everything dissolves because, apparently, the reality gets bored with anything that is optimum/maximum. As all habits and processes exist in a mutual context and can enter into relationships with each other, it happens that one process can become a part of another and then the final phase is delayed, because a certain optimum level favours a certain level of development. For example, it seems that the structure of a cell has not changed in any significant way for quite some time, but the tissues and organisms made of these cells are constantly moving towards different optimum/maximum possibilities. It may also happen that a process, while already in its decline, suddenly becomes the engine of development in the face of another process that is just beginning. Like, for example, the idiom of the classical-romantic orchestra that began fading a century ago, was adapted unexpectedly with great success by the newly born form of film. Or it may be that a process, through its deliberate, sentiment-laden idealistic long-term preservation, is only seemingly at its optimum and needs an external impulse to reveal its true potential. How, for example, classical martial arts cultivated for centuries in isolation, prove, taken individually, to be practically useless in the face of contemporary, chaotic and bloody mixed arts. It is also hard to resist the impression that everything is governed by the supreme law of the cycle, so nothing ever dies irreversibly, but sooner or later it must be reborn in a new form. Everything seems to be a version of something that has already been and/or will be, and whoever shouts about anything’s ultimate demise and end, they can easily come off as a fool.
An interesting chat between Lex Fridman and Joscha Bach (incidentally, perhaps a descendant – a new version of the great musical Bachs) about the nature of reality, free will, artificial consciousness, etc. A sober, precise proposal for seeing things. Slightly cool perhaps, but attractive nonetheless. I understand not so much of it all.
I am indeed a bit tired, and I am resting a little bit. The rest is perhaps a little nervous and chaotic, I move from place to place essentially for nothing, but still, rest I do.
On Tuesday, the first ever performance of the songs Baczyński's poems.
(transl. Magdalena Małek-Andrzejowska)