kingtycoon | #21 - All There Is And Will Ever Be (Reply)

Have I been strident? Extravagantly materialistic? Have I failed at finding truth in True things?

I mean - sure. Probably. But my sources have been inaccessible- unaccountable even. And at last I came to 21 The World, or if you like - The Universe. Now - you, like me, may ask yourself how did you start this with little things - actors in the world - archetypes and people - situations- identities and then how could you end up with the whole wide world?

That's what I want to know. To me it's pretty audacious - the way the trumps work. To start with ideas & people and to move toward higher concepts & then to come up with the Universe. To start out saying - well - here are recognizable aspects of the world & then to come around & say, oh hey - Also - Here is The Universe - in fact the whole entire World All of it. Bad enough to have that overreach - but to then say - oh - he - also - the world is just this naked lady. I'm...

Okay naked ladies are great - I will always announce that- it is true. True as hell. But the world? I mean, I'm not a farmer, the world, the earth - it doesn't mean fertility and growth to me- the world is like a prison that only superman is able to escape you dig? I'm just not even sure that the naked lady is supposed to be agricultural, or even to mean the earth - but the World, Everything.

Since I turned 14 I have known that the universe is not a Naked Lady.

Clearer lines- if I've tried to do anything is draw a clearer line between these concepts. Sure they're fluid and a lot of times they're indistinct - they have pretty glaring overlap. But just the world - it's a lot & it took me some time to address it. To really think of it.

So I really wanted to kind of dissect my world - my universe and extrapolate how is it like yours or anyone elses?

Here is how I face the world - he outside.

I am waiting for a bus - behind me is my building - tall & brick with a name carved in stone & a date almost a hundred years ago. There is a wide sidewalk cluttered with recycling and pierced with decorative trees. Beyond that there is a wide river of asphalt & a mirror image on the south side of the street - high brick buildings - approaching antique. The bus shelter is steel & plastic & glass & is bolted to the sidewalk. When a man walks his little dog out of the building I check my phone - confirm that the bus is near, stand and grab my money.

There is traffic. Cars, people, bikes. Ever car is different. The pinnacle of commercial culture - every car has a name & a price & a value - some abstract amount attached to it to distinguish it from others. As well there are brands of soda & cigarettes, breeds of coffee, pedigrees of pens & telephones.

The all day pass costs $5. It is a paper bill - indistinguishable from others except under close scrutiny - there is a picture of a dead man & a building. It is important to know who the dead man is.

On the bus I read about faraway people in faraway places and I kind of believe in them. Or I talk to people all over the world using my telephone to type or speak. Or I don't.

The buses are numbered - I must know which is which if I hope to arrive at a place a great distance away at a time that is acceptable to other people. The distance and the time it takes to transit through it are numbered and named. I am trained & believe that these times & locations have importance- because they have importance to others. See - we all work together.

Then I work, which is when I look at ta screen & talk to people. I tell them things that they like or don't like - each to each & everyone is a puzzle. I leave when some time has passed - another mirror image - the morning reversed. Symmetrical & then I look at a screen & am told ideas and these antagonize or please me - each to each.

Everywhere all the time my world - like a funnel, interrupts & overlaps & superseded by the worlds of others.

And all of this -the whole pattern of everything - is Words.

Names given to things- meanings engendered - entrenched. We accept there is a time - and a right time & a place e must be - and if we fail there is a series of words that when spoken will solve every problem. A name when said that opens doors, allows understanding - that remakes the world.

So my world is System. The systemic relationship between concepts that comes from language.

Here. I suppose I can speak to linguistics. Is there a deep grammar? Is the system predicated upon langauge or do systems emerge from langauge? Could you see or think of a thing that has no name? Or a place in the world where words are the hierarchy?

It has been said and maybe rightly, that language is a virus from outer space.