There is, however, no such thing as Archive as we can perceive. Systems such as Archive that are based on Control in an absolute fashion will always require Control to function. Control can only end in entropy. When we engage Event, as in a Nowness or a Suchness, we do so paradoxically: as soon as the Event happens it is Past. In is continuously so. It is therefore important to approach process of documentation, including Memory, in a manner that limits access such that the Imagination is allowed to remain engaged, thereby creating a conduit through which Event Past can dialogue with Event Present. That which is without Present is irrelevant.

The creation of this passageway is the only thing of which we are capable. Self cannot and should not be expressed: it is a substrate, and is in this way integral, but can only perform within a language of structure. Our actual language cannot be conveyed. It changes as soon as it is spoken. It changes as soon as it is not spoken. The Self naturally forgets that this language requires the use of both speaking and listening. They are, in reality, both parts of the same process when they are actually performed and not simulated. Both speaking and listening must be present in order for a dialogue to be realised, and it is only within dialogue that conversion into an actualised form occurs.

At the threshold of this form is the revealing of Narrative, the only language that Memory speaks. It is a constant. This form is the two actions at once and neither one nor the other. It is not limited in the same fashion as we are. Narrative and Creation are in this way only reactive. Never mistake simulation for Narrative. Simulation travels only in a single direction.

Memory is then actually very simple: it is what occurs when Moment and Time are entered into the same equation when one is not concerned with the result, where Time is a shadow cast by Moment and Moment is a necessary eclipse of cognisance. Neither Time nor Moment is capable of being forgotten. All structure, including that of Archive, depends upon the distortion inherent in this equation to operate. The power of Memory is therefore its constant failure and unending reconstruction. It is a multiple zero-point of awareness. We are beautiful in our inefficacy: it means we are listening.

Our only purpose in This, therefore, is the generation of parentheses. Our language has never had words for sentences.