Saturday, May 14, 2011

The Mind of Alexandra Anixter

“The ignorant man works for his own gain, the wise man acts prolifically for obvious reasons, and the wise woman behaves above all as a seer. She sees the ignorant man’s work for what it really means and the wise man’s actions for what they represent to the world. She has constant doubts, as do her sisters, but the doubts are merely a mad distraction implanted by the twisted arts of work and action. Knowledge from sight remains with the woman while man’s feeble attempts at escaping inner despair fall away with every iteration. ”

Alexandra Anixter wrote the above paragraph in the first edition of The Book of Life. The very same people who had once embraced her researches chose to ostracize, persecute, and attack her for what she had written in a radical departure from her previous work. She engaged in heated debates with academicians of every field of inquiry in lecture halls and labs; at conferences that went out over networks; on elevators; in coffeeshops; within the shadows cast by clock towers. The police arrested her for assaulting Dmitri Yersin (a bureaucrat of some repute), though she vigorously denied initiating the altercation despite the reports of a few excitable eyewitnesses.

Next she published The Book of Time, in which she claimed she could transmigrate human consciousness into objects both animate and inanimate. While this claim received the bulk of the attention still remaining due to her, much more importantly she proposed a theory of time’s relation to the real and the unreal. In discussing the theory with her, I found that Alexandra seemed increasingly aggravated by the clumsy semiosis of our language. I feared that she had begun to develop a messianic complex. Not the least of my worries: that she might actually be able to lead us to the Promised Land. I did not feel I was ready to go.

As she found herself ever more isolated and unable to hold down a job or publish further work except through publishers too sleazy for her to bear, self-medication started in earnest. It pained me to watch her body and mind decay by poison. Unfortunately, I had my own reputation to consider. I felt deeply unsettled by my own selfishness and yet I justified my cold-hearted actions as deference to my own family. I hope that her next form will forgive me.

Alexandra was not fully aware at the time that all of what has been described in the preceding paragraphs took place entirely within the confines of her own mind. Yet twelve thousand Malaysians bore witness to her paranormal adventure as part of their government’s experiment with telepathy. A distinguished program of the Wawasan 2020 campaign, these seemingly innumerable individuals watched these events in real time, and so only they could fully appreciate Alexandra’s theory of real time as she described it in her second informal book of total awareness.

1 comment:

  1. Christopher EnziMay 28, 2011 at 7:22 PM

    I entered, almost by accident, while wandering the labyrinthine halls of The Musee Borgesi. A glass jar, sand encrusted, filled with a translucent, nacreous fluid drew my attention to what appeared to be a human (?) brain. Underneath this amphora a small placard in Spanish read "Reclaimed Object: Use Unknown". I stood for what seemed a few moments, as though transfixed, tears coursing down my face as I was filled with great empathy and a deep unknowable sadness. When I managed to look up, the sun was setting, blazing through dust covered windows. My joints ached a bit. A guard walked with me toward the exit, offered his arm for support. I touched my face and was surprised that since I had enter the exhibit, I had grown a beard.