Clay: Oh, pine cone, I think you misunderstand. The world of humankind constitutes a manifold, a totality of interconnected processes (maybe she’ll write). Inquiries that disassemble this totality (maybe she’ll call) into bits and then fail to reassemble it falsify reality*.
Pine cone: We are interested. We go to the root. We will rock you.
Clay: Concepts like “nation,” “society,” and “culture” name bits and threaten to turn names into things (please, this once, bring her back). The ghastly offspring of this way of thinking about the world (her voice) was the theory of Forced Draft Urbanization, which held that the Vietnamese could be propelled toward modernization by driving them into the cities through aerial bombardment and defoliation of the countryside (her face once more). Names thus become things, and things marked with an X can become targets of war.
Pine cone: We are young. We are wolves. We are the champions.
Clay: Only by understanding these names (Ainsleah) as bundles of relationships, and by placing them back into the field from which they were abstracted (the face of love), can we hope to avoid misleading inferences and increase our share of understanding (I am alone and I am terrified).
Pine cone: We are called to the Rapture.
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* Clay’s unbracketed monologue courtesy of Eric R. Wolf, Europe and the People Without History (2010; 3rd edition; Berkeley: UCal Press)