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memory bank . In the inorganic matrix of the mind, blindness takes place. A thorough analysis of the geometrical problem of this object would be useless. Sight is an inefficient habit, a necessity that leads to specific unrealities and blunt adjustments. The mobile eye looks from a fixed point, and sees an oblique set of conditions, that offer no precise location. The object forms a conjunction with the eye---a horde of thoghts stop what ever seems necessary. The structure of the eye is forgotten. Points of fixation are struck on the different planes of the object. A general enervation weakens the specific attention span. Infinite melancholy results. There seems to be no cure in this specific failure of vision. A second goes by without any experience of the object. The brain is troubled by this lapse. Other thoughts flood one's perception. Obfuscations prevent any direct motive from emerging from the block encodement. Super-infinities give way to sub-infinities, or the abominable infinities. Sequences of lost ideas, eminate from discrete sources--- 
a string of incompletely understood phenomena, lacking the common thermal, mechanical, electrical, magnetic, and chemical factors. From form to form nothing is seen. Zero-sight on the horizon-line is repeated over and over almost exactly. Successive negatives and positives follow the entropy. For Judd subjectivity becomes the guarantee of objectivity, because it is something more than a mere correlation of objectivity. Indifference to realism and idealism is evident in this "phenomenology of perception". The consciousness is invaded by intuitions of abandonment. The mind reconstructs "a sight" that "looks" at another sight, while deminishing any spacial idea. The infinite of what is not, may be seen as the nullity of what is. Unlike Newton and Schopenhauer this "time-structure" is not uniform, but disjointed. Mulifrom progressions toward the infinite avoid the dimensions of vile space. Judd obscures rather than emphasizes whatever slight logical unity his drawing may have had. His drawing is a line of thought rather tan a unit of thoughts. It has no accessible meaning to the senses. It is a numerical vicissitude without any logical coherence. It does not delight in the evocation