I dreamt last night about blindness and phenomenology, really, and there were dirty socks on the floor and on there was a table with a broken radio but anyway, I was talking to a blind writer who in waking life I know only fleetingly as he lives in a far land and we’ve only met once but anyway he was explaining that motion and facts are co-determinate. “All facts are in motion,” he said. And because it was a dream the two of us were in the bathroom I used when I was in high school, the same bathroom where once my sister threw the siamese cat into the bathtub when I was in it, bathing as it were, and certainly there were facts just then. I don’t know what’s weirder, the bathroom setting, facts as motion, a quasi-phenomenological discussion as it were, but anyway, after my friend said it, I said “ah, blind gain.”
Blindness is a fact when we’re in motion. At rest it’s whatever precedes fact. It was a fine dream.
I say motion precedes facts. Just as stardust will.