I’m a fan of the Russian writer Daniil Kharms. A concept of his is the notion of the most perfect gift is something like a wooden stick with a wooden sphere attached to one end and a cube to the other. It is useless – it communicates nothing symbolically, metaphorically etc. Neither does it have the capacity for memory. Completely useless, yet it is completely independent of everything definable on the planet. It breaks the logical chain. Nothing seeks it out and no effect is generated by its cause.
Admittedly there is no grandeur in seeking a life that is useless. However, I must admit there is a certain appealing omnipotence to molding oneself into something utterly indefinable by anything more than two simple words – female human (in my case). To be beyond definition, beyond the need to seek connection to the world around you. Not needing to draw upon anything in your immediate surroundings, to be complete self generating in terms of emotional and intellectual fulfillment. The only rupture in such an individualized world being perhaps the desire for others to see you as an example and follow suit. Perhaps it is more or less the Buddhist concept of attempting to reach nirvana in a sense. But one has to wonder if you can achieve utter independence then perhaps the opinions of others wouldn’t matter so much, materialism would become pointless and the world could become a less war torn mess.