...TO WHICH MY PROFESSOR REPLIED..."BEST WISHES."
If all of our parents told us that a well-shaped tree branch was actually love and happiness, would then every lumberjack marry well, and retire early?
You are a fish in a coy pond, Unaware of even the existence of a place beyond your glassy ceiling, until… you find yourself scooped out of your whole reality by some long hair at the Garfield park conservatory (because he was imposing philosophical principals on such helpless, peaceful creatures as yourself, and a small band of his disciples). He holds you for a bit and then, terrified at your encounter with the alternate dimension you convulse violently, slipping out of his grip and falling back into your own familiar world. First you think, “who/what could that have been?” Next you try to recount the story to a small band of your disciples… but you stop yourself, swallow and regurgitate a small water bug and then, “I had better not name him…” you think.
Time passes, and he becomes “Ohyeaheh,” But you are still uneasy. So one day you are hanging out under the lily pads when you overhear a group of youngsters saying things like “holy f#!@ing ohyeaheh.”
“Don’t you dare speak his name!” you chastise… and thus becomes the policy of the coy pond. The first in a long list of rules that ultimately will dictate and then ruin your collective and individual existences.
Names are given and meaning/ connotation is imposed. A convicted criminal may not have ever committed a crime, but they will still be rotting away in prison with all of the other named criminals. Upon their release they will be an ex con, their complete innocence not withstanding.
If all of our parents told us that a well-shaped tree branch was actually love and happiness, then would every lumberjack would marry well, and retire early?
As much as language can be a useful tool to articulate our reality, it can also be a devastating constraint. It demands a certain homogenization of any group to which it corresponds and as a result, becomes a rigid map of cultural determinants. Everyday whole cultures are swallowed up; bouncing behind their language, dragging behind a luxury cruise ship in shark infested waters. We globalize reality. We make it universal, in effect erasing forever objects and experience that are, or were, or will be very real but without proper cultural context. The throbbing thumbs of the human condition become religion and economy dictated by and translated through a rulebook tailored to the culture in question… most often a long, long, time ago by small groups within a small total human population
There are many very important things that can never be spoken, simply because there are no words. And there are many useless topics that people talk about until they are too tired to stand, and so they sit and continue.
There is a whole chunk of our perception of reality that is intrinsically tied to linguistics. It is a section within our total cognitive ability that has a definitive beginning and end, almost partitioned off completely if not for the relevance of what is outside of the things we can say or write. If we are not more than our language, at least the sum of all existence must still be more than us.
Dear human race,
ha ha ha ha ha ha. Don’t you feel great sometimes? Terrible? Cant quite explain? Ever fall in love? Or watch someone die? Or… well you get the point. Do you really think that you understand the world and/or all of existence? Have you not learned new things? Are you not fascinated by anything? What can I do to help you realize that your world is what you allow yourself to perceive, and then some? Sorry about all the “?’s” I feel like you owe me one. Lol.
Love,
Ohyeaheh
a thing that is or was or will be.
If all of our parents told us that a well-shaped tree branch was actually love and happiness, would then every lumberjack marry well, and retire early?
You are a fish in a coy pond, Unaware of even the existence of a place beyond your glassy ceiling, until… you find yourself scooped out of your whole reality by some long hair at the Garfield park conservatory (because he was imposing philosophical principals on such helpless, peaceful creatures as yourself, and a small band of his disciples). He holds you for a bit and then, terrified at your encounter with the alternate dimension you convulse violently, slipping out of his grip and falling back into your own familiar world. First you think, “who/what could that have been?” Next you try to recount the story to a small band of your disciples… but you stop yourself, swallow and regurgitate a small water bug and then, “I had better not name him…” you think.
Time passes, and he becomes “Ohyeaheh,” But you are still uneasy. So one day you are hanging out under the lily pads when you overhear a group of youngsters saying things like “holy f#!@ing ohyeaheh.”
“Don’t you dare speak his name!” you chastise… and thus becomes the policy of the coy pond. The first in a long list of rules that ultimately will dictate and then ruin your collective and individual existences.
Names are given and meaning/ connotation is imposed. A convicted criminal may not have ever committed a crime, but they will still be rotting away in prison with all of the other named criminals. Upon their release they will be an ex con, their complete innocence not withstanding.
If all of our parents told us that a well-shaped tree branch was actually love and happiness, then would every lumberjack would marry well, and retire early?
As much as language can be a useful tool to articulate our reality, it can also be a devastating constraint. It demands a certain homogenization of any group to which it corresponds and as a result, becomes a rigid map of cultural determinants. Everyday whole cultures are swallowed up; bouncing behind their language, dragging behind a luxury cruise ship in shark infested waters. We globalize reality. We make it universal, in effect erasing forever objects and experience that are, or were, or will be very real but without proper cultural context. The throbbing thumbs of the human condition become religion and economy dictated by and translated through a rulebook tailored to the culture in question… most often a long, long, time ago by small groups within a small total human population
There are many very important things that can never be spoken, simply because there are no words. And there are many useless topics that people talk about until they are too tired to stand, and so they sit and continue.
There is a whole chunk of our perception of reality that is intrinsically tied to linguistics. It is a section within our total cognitive ability that has a definitive beginning and end, almost partitioned off completely if not for the relevance of what is outside of the things we can say or write. If we are not more than our language, at least the sum of all existence must still be more than us.
Dear human race,
ha ha ha ha ha ha. Don’t you feel great sometimes? Terrible? Cant quite explain? Ever fall in love? Or watch someone die? Or… well you get the point. Do you really think that you understand the world and/or all of existence? Have you not learned new things? Are you not fascinated by anything? What can I do to help you realize that your world is what you allow yourself to perceive, and then some? Sorry about all the “?’s” I feel like you owe me one. Lol.
Love,
Ohyeaheh
a thing that is or was or will be.
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