When I say “factory part” what do you think of?
I think of the settings icon in my Mac System Preferences window. That small grey circular thing with the gear teeth. [Screenshot was inserted after description was written.]
Factory parts are great, don’t get me wrong — my point is not to diminish the value of factory parts. Factory parts are great for factory jobs. Or any job, on a daily basis, at a desk, that involves predictability.
In case you’re wondering, I have a day job.
It’s reasonably creative but as an addict to sky diving , I have a hard time with the. . .regularity of it. Because it is in the act of doing things we’ve never done — that we. . .
People always talk about how the difference between animals and humans is that humans have and use language and are able to cultivate, diagnose, and treat their malaises of language with language. I want to talk about how factory parts might use language, but not say anything new, and therefore never discover themselves and therefore differ from humans.
Because for all that we produce, we are in effect and affect, produced. We arrive in the world in a small petrie dish and someone pours water on us and we become a big blue spongy truck or maybe a simulacrum of broccoli.
We discover ourselves. And can marvel at how good we are and take all the credit and then cultivate psychoses around that categorical error. . .But it is one of the best parts of being human. Starting out with the belief that we are all alone and self-willed into our respective petrie dishes and the sole producers of who we are and eventually finding out otherwise. This is what makes us so neat.
I planned to be spongy truck, but I ended up being this instead:
No factory part ever said such things.