Metamorphosis

Paradox. We find ourselves in metamorphosis; both dead and unborn; an abyss between forms as we stand as processes attempting realization. The rhythms and patterns that we find ourselves moving within reveal themselves to be a vast labyrinth which is continuously shifting it's walls behind us as we attempt to progress towards escape. An escape whose visage lies forever outside of our actuality like a carrot on a stick, and so we move through these cycles. We scatter pieces of ourselves to the winds as we chase those winds- we only succeed in further potentiating these spirals of desire, and storms of discontent without aim. Through the fragmented pieces-We seek to fill the hole in our desire and yet- this desire is the whole. 

Autopoiesis. Utopic space could be seen as the strange attractor at the end of the spiral dialectic of history (but it never ends). We seek a revolution, enlightenment, a realization of totality, an explosion of the real which stands outside of signification and yet infuses it. The real is the dialectical process of becoming. However, The dialectic cannot remain within the abstract space of spectacle, or the Cartesian theater of  in-divide-dual consciousness. That is to say, Becoming cannot be idealized, but must be realized; and this realization can only be a social process which operates upon the processes of which it is inexorably intertwined because it is a product of them. 

When we find no escape from our place and no space for new space beyond nous (mind) space; we will occupy this 'no-place' (utopos) to 
Transmute the Mindscape..