“There was always a child left behind, or the face of a distant friend translated sonically into a call.” —Avital Ronell
“But this reticence might signify that all, of love, is possible and necessary, that all the loves possible are in fact the possibilities of love, its voices or its characteristics, which are impossible to confuse and yet ineluctably entangled: charity and pleasure, emotion and pornography, the neighbor and the infant, fraternal love and the love of art, the kiss, passion, friendship…to think love would thus demand a boundless generosity towards all these possibilities, and it is this generosity that would command reticence: the generosity not to privilege, not to hierarchize, not to exclude.” —JL Nancy
They are the same thing, this love and this call from beyond. Ronell discusses the telephone in relation to technology but always there is this maternal caring in her writing, this concern for this estrangement (not alienation) of and to technology, an always already something else in every relation we take. Through the technology of the telephone (and its bastard, prolific children the computer, the internet, the social networking site, Google, the smart phone) we move—and must, are impelled to move— in many different times, and many different times move to us, move us, in a constant ebb and flow. Knowledge, awareness become fluid, constantly undergoing a change, a call to change, whether we accept the call or not.
And this reticence of Nancy’s, this hesitation to define, to state, to categorize that which he understands to be a constant ebb and flow, this is an imperative for him, to have the temerity to stutter, to observe a hesitating, stammering silence in which all love is possible, in which all things are not only possible, but, and this is key, are. Allowing all thing to be means that we can never state this is, because immediately when we say that this is, we also say then—automatically—that this isn’t. To see things from the standpoint of physics, that is from the standpoint of a wave, is to come close to this; define a single wave in the ocean, a solitary swell; where it begins, where it ends, what it is composed of.