I think that one concept that’s prevalent in western culture, more so than other cultures, is the concept of the infinite. It’s a concept that’s tied in with other concepts that you’d associate with the west – universality, conquest, freedom. The desire for more. The idea of progress.
It’s something that occurred to me when I looked at the lyrics of “All My Friends” by LCD Soundsystem. It draws me in, because it reminds me of this other indie album that I particularly like, “Emergency and I” by the Dismemberment Plan. That other album was also about the life of a young, 20-something American. I am not an American, but I spent some of my 20s in America, in college. I never subscribed to that lifestyle, but I had a privileged position of being adjacent to it, and trying to make sense of it, and trying to think about what it all meant.
I was a mathematics student in college. And I learnt about functions, and the behaviour of functions. You always classified them according to their limits when it came to infinity. There were functions which tend to some finite limit, but just as often, the limits would either be infinity or zero. We thought about those which tended to infinity, and it turned out that some functions went to infinity more quickly than others. What stuck with me was the idea that this tendency towards infinity was an intrinsic, and essential property of the function.
Infinity as a yearning
I think about the mythology of the USA. At the time when the USA still had a frontier, it manifested itself to you as some blank space. You didn’t know what it was, but it drew you in, manifesting itself as the spirit of adventure. There was something beyond the horizon, and damn it, you had to have it. It was yours. It was the stuff of dreams. You were able to imagine what it was, project whatever you wanted to project on it. It was a bit like the Yellow Brick Road in the Wizard of Oz. It was a long journey, and you weren’t sure what was at the end of it, but you just had to keep on travelling. And there was actually a time when I traversed the state of Kansas on the I-70. Literally the yellow brick road.
The most famous theme song of the “Wizard of Oz” movie was “Somewhere Over the Rainbow”, and that fit in perfectly with the idea of travelling with no particular destination in mind, wandering, simply because you were following where the road led you. You were in love, simply with the road and the aura of possibilities.
And the young protagonists of the LCD Soundsystem songs were of a very similar mindset. They were young and willing and partying mindlessly, living in the moment and not giving a whit about where their lives were leading, and not really thinking so much about what tomorrow was. You were young and dashing and full of verve and energy.
And yet again, for Dorothy, there was a destination. She wanted to get back home. And that was basically the psychology of a vacation. There was a period of time for you to explore all the possibilities you wanted to, but at the end of it all, you just wanted to go back home. It was the limited antithesis to the infinity. And at the end of the adventure, with a bunch of ragtag travel mates that she hardly knows anything about, (because they exist primarily as caricatures), she realizes two things – first, the wizard of Oz was basically some kind of sham. Which is a repudiation of the original idea of infinity. But at least she had that adventure, right? Well, as it turns out, the adventure itself was also unnecessary, since she was wearing those ruby shoes that she could have clicked and gone back home to her farm house.
So it’s pretty incredible that one of the stories that has come to define what America is all about – that story is something that lays out some abstract existentialist philosophy in some way that is completely accessible to the lay man. It’s truly a marvel.
Infinity as exhaustion.
“All My Friends” looks at infinity in a darker sense. Implicitly, life is a series of tensions and trade offs. If you had too much fun or took too many drugs when you were young, your life is shortened. If you stay on the straight and narrow and concentrate on “trying to get with the plan”, then you jeopardise being with your friends. And if you go travelling and touring, you’re also giving up your friends. Friends, in the abstract. Maybe not even real friends, just friends as in the abstract sensation of having friends. Maybe some weird sense of connection.
In this sense, infinity is a state of mind, but there’s only so much hard living that you can do, before old age comes on and puts a halt to the proceedings. And yet, it seems that everybody is a bunch of atoms clashing against each other. Not really interacting. There doesn’t seem to be any much more meaningful or deeper interaction, other than partying partying partying. It’s mainly about being allowed to enter a club. People might talk about shared experiences, but I wonder if they really know each other.
Speaking of entering a club, it’s similar to “You are Invited” by the Dismemberment Plan, where life was portrayed as a game, where getting access to the most fabulous parties was the true objective of the game.
Infinity as conquest.
Vladimir Lenin wrote an essay that imperialism was the highest form of capitalism. What these two things have in common is this proselytising instinct, whereby the imperative was to keep on acquiring more and more territory.
The emphasis was on the individual. The point of view was the first person narrator. A person would try to put his stamp on things. He would tell stories by the dint of his imagination, and he would make sense of the world exactly as he saw things. What would then transpire would be a person trying to take in the world, make sense of the world, and in a way, gobble up the world. The process of consumption would be similar to the something trying to conquer the world. Somebody engaged in an endless process of acquisition and consumption.
This idea extends to the way that the economy is perceived. Of course, everybody has to eat every day for as long as he’s alive. Sorda. But he may not need to consume everything. Economics doesn’t look at it this way. The consumer or the user is encouraged to consume more and more. It used to be that blogs on the internet were organised more like books, which were hyperlinked and had indices, so that you could tell how much stuff was in this website, where you were able to make sense of how much material was encapsulated in something that was finite.
Then one fine day, I saw that things had changed. Everything was suddenly organised around the infinite scroll. If you scrolled to the bottom, more stuff would be fetched, so it seemed like infinity. And whatever was scrolled past the top was suddenly forgotten. But what was not forgotten was that sense that you were exploring something that was potentially infinite. It would not be wandering around a garden. It would be like wandering around a jungle, where you could get lost. Of course, the idea was for you to keep you in and let you get lost.
Infinity as freedom.
There was one sense of freedom here. Sometimes what we thought of as freedom wasn’t really freedom. It was mainly about a sense that there was possibilities. IT was about the yearning for something beyond the horizon, just like Dorothy singing “Somewhere Over the Rainbow”. But it wasn’t actually being in more than one place at the same time, because that’s just not possible. If you had this, you couldn’t have that. The illusion, was that you momentarily forgot that there were these limits. You actually believed that you could have it all at the same time. Maybe that’s the reason why buffets are kinda scammy, because there’s only so much food you can eat in one sitting, whereas you’re being charged for eating 2 or 3 meals.
The antithesis to freedom, in a way, was this sense that life was finite, that your time on earth was limited, that certain things were precious and sacred, instead of being infinitely cheap. The antithesis of a life of possibilities was that if you made your bed, you were to lie in it, that you bore the consequences of your own actions. That you made your peace with the people around you. That you learnt to be comfortable and have harmonious relationships with the nearest and the dearest. That you acknowledged your interdependence, that you avoided taking more than was due to you.
How many times are we told that something better is around the corner? It’s not just the promise of heaven that makes us content with living in hell. School mottos, like “The Best IS Yet to Be”. Or “Some bright morning when this life is over, I’ll fly away”. Or “The sun will come out tomorrow”. We talk about El Dorado, about the Gold Rush. How many times do we tell ourselves to stake our happiness on the prospect of a better life somewhere else, or worse still, an escape? Are we telling ourselves to hold on until we reach that fabled isle of happiness? How often do we tell ourselves that happiness is somewhere else, a magic land far far away, that we have to leave our current circumstances and move away to, in order to reach it? How do we know that we are not on a wild goose chase for happiness? How can putting up with this fucked up shit be good for our mental health?
Maybe this thing about being Asian was that in some way you always knew your limits. You didn’t have this concept of infinity. People understood the meaning of boundaries, and if anything, Chinese people had way too much concept of boundaries. That which is Chinese is Chinese, that which is not Chinese is not Chinese. “All under Heaven” actually means China. It was a cloistered mindset, albeit some kind of cloistered within a large space. And in a way, it’s more racist because you simply treated outsiders as an other. But it’s also less racist, because it wasn’t an imperialistic and conquering mindset. For example, you would not be importing millions of slaves from West Africa and consigning them to hundreds of years of slavery.