The Self is like an exotic island, in which the luxuriant and archetypal vegetation of the unconscious is shining. All his life, the poet R. M. Rilke had an obsession to transform the outside world into a sweet, inner space, the universe of the Self.
We live in a strange world, focused on multiplicity and permanent change, which generates a fractal Self and even fractal identities. Identity is a non-linear narrative, faraway of equilibrium, dominated by fuzziness and pullbacks. Human life is a kind of love story between the Self and Time. Language is the chief connection between the Same and the Other, and the artistic achievements spreads the light of our Self, which is in love with the Other and God.
We dare to propose to the world’s artists a non-Aristotelian world, to prefer shadow to black and white, fluidity and flexibility to fixation, vagueness to certainty, smile and laughter to hate, and to practice an art based on the aesthetics of speed & nomadism, flexibility & reconfigurability, on conceptualism, interactivity, integration and immersion, on jump, intuition and synthesis, irony & urban fantasy. Such a ”Citta Intermedia of the Self” becomes a net where people are free to express their temporary trans-culture, creativity & identity, a place where even time is a matrix of creativity.
We are aware that our culture began to fuse too much artificial with the real and to create transhuman structures with ”synthetic” identities. A loss of Self may cause a major loss of love and meanings, a zombi-identity. Love is the merge of the human being with the wholeness, through the heart of the Other, but such a complex feeling is almost impossible in the presence of a surrogate Self. To avoid the dissolution of the Self in such an instable world, full of temporary tele-existences, we have to search for an equilibrium between mind and body, subject and object, material and spiritual life, for a continuity of the important pillars of our identity: love, language, and nature.