Shadows
Last night, my dream happened to be in this movie.
Is there a more hip American film than Shadows? Its state (jazz cinema) of hipness is near (or is) perfect.

Ludwig
Concerning a conversation with Golob that happened moments before the packed Gong Show began on Saturday night in the Chop Suey:

If we take eternity to mean not infinite temporal duration but timelessness, then eternal life belongs to those who live in the present. Our life has no end in just the way in which our visual field has no limits.

This simple passage from the closing (and best) pages of Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus says what I failed to express during our discussion. My goal was to somehow connect this understanding of eternity with the fact of biological replication. Biological replication is an effort to mirror the present, which is timeless and limitless. This idea is also expressed in the heart of The Symposium. This is Diotima’s revelation. Why replicate? Because all things aspire to the condition of the now, the present.

The problem I have with my poorly expressed idea (biological processes as a—weak—mirror of the present) is it revives the mystical. To think of the physical as aspiring to the present is to regenerate dead Aristotelian/scholastic concepts of sympathy and affinity. That is one problem. Another is the of end of this aspiring is closely related to the end of Phenomenology of the Spirit—the mystical absolute. How does one remove the “transcendental moonlight” from this idea?