The Infinitely Rich Inbetween, or The Plenum (a verbal essay)

Between things — between you and me; between the couch, the chair, the screen, me; between planets and cars and lives — is an infinitely dense substance. Merleau-Ponty calls this flesh which he sees as an element such as earth, air, wind, and fire.

In any case, I don't see nothing between us. On the contrary, I see the soup of existence — ideology, sun flares, dyspepsia, history, cries and whimpers and moans.

Think of it this way: when you meet someone, your meeting takes place within a dense aura of forces and moods that flow and mix in multiple ways. Your brow is already furrowed; your smile is already forced.

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Maurice Merleau-Ponty, The Matrix, online dating, the plenum, vacuums, black holes

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