Infinite Regress

We are infinitely trying to resolve questions and it seems at times that we can not sustain or hold on to anything. The world just continues to shoot past us and opportunities are lost one after the other. This is infinite regression. Even if we can capture some period of contact, the above principle implies that it will be lost at some point.

A vessel is a movable place in transit and philosophy, when it incorporates painting is a continual slow and consistent stream of ideas that enters into a domain that has travelled to us 'Just as a vessel is a movable place, place is immovable.' On a bigger scale I am Dasein drifting through or drawn towards objects that randomly have established locations. When something is moved, the centre for which there is an above and below has to be established. If we remain in the same place let us say one activity-painting, then it is apparent that picture making is the centre, but if we move into something else like music, then music is at the centre! What happens if a new focus is created, that never existed before? Where do we find a place for it, if that place doesn't exist yet?

The focused individual has one activity that he or she stubbornly centres everything around not five or six, however if this focus hasn't evolved organically and in a genuine sense then it will serve its purpose more as a limit and suddenly we're trapped. Before these focus' materialise, we tend to drift between one thing and the next with no gravitational point.

'Limits coincide with what they limit.' 'We are trapped within our identities that are also limits,' and limits are defines that necessitate structure. Too much structure can limit, even if we use a structure that is random. Where there are too many limits there is no movement apart from regression into something that existed previously. We also describe infinite regress when we can not break into something different, when things that are experienced go into nothing more than where we have already been and the continual return to previous and less enlightened periods of our life.