This philosophical mini-treatise grows out of a suspicion that modern thought has described reality a little too comfortably: as a collection of things, beings, and objects that first exist and only afterward enter into relations with one another. The author of this text claims the opposite. Or rather, he whispers it. Perhaps he is merely testing whether the reader is willing to entertain a more unsettling thought: that it is not things that are primary, but forms capable of enduring; that the secret of the world is not substance, but organization; that being does not rest proudly in itself, but sustains itself only with difficulty, through coherence, resonance, dynamostasis, and an unceasing negotiation with chaos.
Sławomir Krakowski (Tue,) studied this question.