2/24/13

Triadic Tales - Last Morning - Short Story (Part One)



Last Morning

Bellingham got up early. He never failed to notice the play in the surface below his feet when he got up in the morning. Footsteps now could contribute to the powering of the world. Each step he took on the thin surface - what was once the floor but which was now all sides of all spaces - activated tiny sensors that created energy. Outside on the walkway, the same play existed. The strength of surfaces exceeded that of what used to be called walls. Soundproof. Fireproof. Replaceable. They came from a plant that once made automobiles.

He spoke softly to the wall. The temperature inside and out appeared. They were identical. It was spring. He looked around his room. It was his idea that everyone should have their own room. The idea evolved. The community acknowledged the individual as requiring his or her own space. Beyond such rooms, a residence had few requirements. Common life was springing up all over. What used to be houses were now these spaces,  cobbled together in the matrix. Bellingham had come to see this as the evolution of building. We had always had the technology, Bellingham argued. All that was required was vision. His favorite Bible text was, "See and see but do not understand." 

Bellingham walked out of the room to a narrow way. He entered his wife's room. She was still asleep. He knew this was his last day. He had not shared this knowledge with anyone save his friend and old classmate Henry. Henry was a doctor and for years they had corresponded about the vagaries of their old age. Henry still kept to the life he had led since his own health forced him  to be a country doctor instead of  a globe-trotting public health pioneer.

We are our bodies, Bellingham thought and smiled. Carrie knew in a general way that Bellingham was dying and that he had reached that happy point where he had everything one might want. It was old age that would finally kick in. And Bellingham's formidable will would allow death to take place without extended care or hospitalization. 

He looked at her again. He could barely make out the motions of her breathing. Ah, there it was. She would find out soon enough.

Sun and shade were conspicuous here. 

Bellingham's vision combined an almost medieval atmosphere with the highest tech yet been applied to the ill-tended macro-sphere. He exited to a slightly inclined way and sat down on one of the surfaces that were present everywhere.

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Semiotics is concerned with the good life because Triadic Philosophy aims at the good life.

SEMIOTICS

Semiotics is concerned with the good life because 
Triadic Philosophy aims at the good life.
This is because goodness is clearly understood 
in Triadic Philosophy
as the conscious avoidance of 
what is demonstrably harmful.
Conscious killing is the greatest evil.
The greatest good is the achievement of 
truth and beauty
via the aesthetic grasp of, 
and human creation of,
a world in which 
the possibilities of harm are minimized.
Triadic Philosophy 
understands Ethics as the object to which
Reality (the referent) refers
en route to the interpretants 
which are our more or less aesthetic 
attempts to form our reality.
The ontological values of the Ethical are
tolerance, helpfulness, democracy
and non-idolatry.

Semiotics is among the tools 
we have for articulating 
the process by which signs 
rising in Reality
encounter the blunt truths 
of the Ethical.
This encounter influences
our actions in the performative realm 
of life as it is actually lived.

Signs can be anything at all.
The dominant feature 
of Triadic Philosophy 
is that Ethics is understood as the realm 
of secondness, to borrow a term from Peirce.  
Understanding Aesthetics as the realm of thirdness
marks Triadic Philosophy as an advance,
called for by the arduous
progress of the world 
toward self-realization.

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