when you remove dreams from reality, we are accepting that reality is lived with immediacy. we live for the moment because we cannot project an imagination; a hope for the future.

what is an impossible imagination?
it is to betray a hope, or in my case, it is to accept a deadly premonition of the other (Derrida, Memoires for Paul de Man, 6) and to reject it. but I do not mourn for it. I accept my infinite removal (if I can), and do not wish to partake in the possible or impossible dream/hope/future. I refuse to take part within myself, and believe in the absurdity of my project, that is the perpetual misshapenness of my imagination. To believe in imaginations, is to stare at the tomb or the vault of some narcissism.

I constantly learn from myself the pathetic weakness of my mind to retain lusts, desires, wanton fantasies and wants that bite into my existence or my project to change for the (desired) better. If we are to believe what we see, (or hear, sense or imagine), we often see with double, triple or more vision and imageries, mixing with cruel intensity and disregard. I cannot believe what I see. And I cannot believe what I hear, simply because I cannot see or hear without my narcissistic projection or influence from alterity.

However, to reject does not mean to remove with certainty from the imagination. So what is an infinite removal from imagination (or hope)?

we have all the potential to live a dream, a hope or to imagine a possibility of the future. Actuality does occur. But within the course of the human life, we often fail as much as we succeed. There is no singular or constant when we acknowledge hopes, dreams, goals, ambitions as motivating factors to live. That is to say that before actuality, there are infinite possibilities, only to be filtered as time narrows them down to happenings, events, and actions. these are as certain as time moves.

Therefore, to be removed from imagination is to stop living. to stop living, of course means to die. A living person's reality is to die (that is our finitude). It ceases all imagination. It annihilates all possibilities. And it removes all knowledge. Death is Nothing par excellence. No one escapes it. It is a god.

so to infinitely remove ourselves from imagination is to die. that I cannot imagine, because it is the truth. It is an impossible imagination because the act of imagining death is absurd. You can imagine possible deaths, but you only live one death. If imagination is a narcissistic projection of our ego (and a reaction to the Other), which is often a distraction more than a salvation, death is my escape from my original state of existence and human condition.

"Ye must be born again." John 3:6-8

and so I recall fondly this passage. It is not a mourning.

"For all flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of grass. The grass withereth, and the flower thereof falleth away." 1 Peter 1:24

and so I died.

"The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit."

and live. removing all imaginations. It is an infinite removal because all narcissistic and finite imagination cannot tell me where the wind comes from or where it goes.

if there is mourning, it is only the flesh that mourns at his loss. of which, I suffer the finite reality of my body. but it is also where I understand what it means to remove myself infinitely. I do not hope. The wind blows me.