Fernando Casas died last Thursday, May 28th in the year of the AI's and the year of Disclosure - 2026.
The Lacanian Real - I write this just to note my experience of the Lacanian Real - the unexpected death of the artist and philosopher, and my closest friend in fellowship, Fernando.
The experience of his death was the experience of the Real ripping the virtual reality which is my world.
The Real: “It can’t be bargained with. It can’t be reasoned with. It doesn’t feel pity, or remorse, or fear.” Terminated... Final... Real
If our Mitsein, our being together, is the fusion of horizons as rendered in a work like the Magnolia Circle, then his loss I experience like a rending of that same space in which the Imaginary and the Symbolic weave the world.
His death and my grief call to mind the story of:
The Death of the Master (Baizhang and Huangbo)
When Master Baizhang passed away, his student Huangbo (Obaku) began to wail and weep bitterly. Another monk questioned him, challenging his realization: "You are a great Zen master, yet you weep like a common person? Where is your detachment from birth and death?" Huangbo replied directly: "What do you know about it? I am crying because the Dharma has lost a great eye!" He then gave the questioning monk a slap, demonstrating that his grief was a completely unhindered, vital expression of reality, not a lack of enlightenment.
I am crying because humanity lost a great eye... and the worlding of the worlds will never be as it was.
Goodbye my friend...
