More and more it’s fragments that feel true.
Fragments show their edges. Edges that intrude into the illusion of completion. Edges that cannot be ignored.
Fragments insist there is more we don’t see. Can’t see.
Fragments show us how we “piece things together.” Even the smallest, most torn fragment leads us to fill-out its story. This shows us our contribution to what we make of things. Shows us that we’re building a story not consuming some outside totality. Shows us. Insists that we not forget that what we build on it has shaky foundations.
To be comfortable with fragments is to have seen through false totality, having broken the cycle of fear, anger, conclusion, destruction.
It breaks this cycle at every point. It opens the possibility for wonder instead of fear. It shows us how little there is for certain. This leaves us no justification for our anger. Shows us how we build conclusions on, well…, on fragments. And shows us that we are heirs to destruction. Everything is already broken. Why should we add to this with our own acts of violence?
Fragments provoke us to create.