The mystery of live speech is always
ambiguous even at its most confident. Any statement is always ambiguous,
open, polyvalent, a histos, a web of oscillating meanings. Even at a
statutory moment, when the law of the brain reveals itself to itself, or
to others, as spectacle - the moment when we take a stand - a
declaration, a manifesto, if we look closely, neurologically, we find
a pause, a hiatus, a delay. That delay -anywhere
from 10-50 milleseconds- is the time in which you neurologically
produce present time… perceive these shapes on the page now… produce
culture. Your personal life story began at the moment you slipped
into delay: the interval of our one continuous thought, our
'meme' - our continuous gesture from pre-birth to death. We can't
recall the beginning of it but, if we are lucky, we may experience
the end of it. Like those people on the planes at WTC, we may be awake
for our neurological arrival.