Patternicity is the tendency to find patterns in random or meaningless information. But since statistics only ever function at the level of the social/societal, too rigid, thick-witted, and servile to baser demands to do much good when the chips are down, the thinking machine on the surface of its home planet, not wanting to just ignobly die, had to take the proper, prone state of Bey's quantum observer, the particles scrambled into the molecular fuzz and the waves coming in sequence and sometimes in nasty blasts. You look for patterns and portents so that you might survive and perhaps even flourish. That you may go mad should go without saying also. The word "event" in its quantum sense suggests encompassing periodic worldly occurrences where to one extent or another something implicit becomes something that indexes a much greater entanglement but also shifts, jostles, and shoves the direction of world-historic affairs in a general sense, all over the surface of the planet, leading to the 'phasing' and 'sequencing' of both Time and History. Imagine an ouroboros that finds the twinned principles of Time and History wound, you helpless to do much to sever and/or clarify. From Nietzsche's perspective, human species activity produces different kinds of time, in historical phases, as it progresses on its foolhardy way.
What of the snow and the molecules and the particles and the dark materials required by the math so the whole mess might add back up to itself again in the end?
A joke from an old friend: the Higgs boson particle walks into a bar. "Hey," shouts the bartender, "what's the Matter?!"
Clearly, the superabundance of overhanging psychospiritual burden and general malaise is evident everywhere around us right now, with the epidemics of depression and violent psychosis covered again and again by indefatigable septuagenarian philosopher and gadfly saboteur Franco 'Bifo' Berardi. The endless gall of the pillars of high finance is surely familiar to most every cogent person with an eduction and a job who's not getting a cut off the graft. Bifo himself, being a man of his generation, has close personal knowledge of what can happen when blithe and demanding middle class Europeans begin to countenance wholesale monstrosity on behalf of fake values that must continually be cast off or whitewashed. When states go rogue like Israel and its mule The United States of America, or like Russia, it is always a process of hemorrhage. Built-up sets of core belief and actual living political economies rot, burst, and release their foul contents, splashing this sour dreck all over the linoleum.
The reason the French Revolution has proven such a great conundrum to French and German-language philosophers since the early 19th century is because it attains what Gertrude Stein later demanded of art and poetry: it appears to embody the living impossible. The French Revolution occurred all over France and in parts of Britain and what would become Germany without much active communication between disparate geographically dispersed agents and enterprises. This is actually something celebrated spiritually and emotionally in Jean Renoir's 1938 French Revolution masterpiece La Marseillaise, a film that radically situates all its many players within the context of a busy and mysterious simultaneity bordering on the sacred.
To actively and materially put our finger on the sacred character of our co-being is not necessarily a humanist gesture, but it forces us to think and act and learn to discern through trial and error. To think the event and pursue whatever shared interests we may have is to already start looking for more patternicity in your self and your world, all the while maintaining grounding in the sense of the electrical engineer and his carefully cabled networks. The body knows we are in the wave well before the intellect, should it ever arrive there. To learn to know your body through yoga and meditation is to teach yourself to listen with all your quadrants at once and primarily by way of the nerves. The word "pattern" may itself come on a little too rigid. Let us posit that before it is anything else, the part of us that stands in the immaterial wave and is actively apprehending the sensations is the part Antonin Artaud called the "nerve meter."
