Meta - why I haven't been writing often. A precipitating debate?
On my mind often: what is the value of words? To describe or not to describe. And with the attempt to describe, so much fidelity is lost.
That to trace any paragraph of words is (a) linear, (b) time-consuming. Linearity is inherent in both the process of both encoding and decoding a string of words as to reconstruct a single line of thought. Grammar and then meaning is constructed with the iterative combination of words into bigger trees of meaning, and from this process there is only a finite number of well-formed formula, of which most of the time, in a good author, few interpretations of meaning are intended. Yet thought itself does not work exactly in this manner. In fact, the better a large piece of linear thinking can approximate that complexity of thought in action, the more time it takes to craft that piece of writing, and also to read it, which is the point (b). In defense of writing, having a linear path to follow is better than having no transmission of information at all, and on (b), it can be argued that over the long run carefully placed pieces of writing do more than than the original time spent on writing it, especially when considering that a well-pieced writing broadcasts to to many, instead of just the writer.
So one's refusal to write must belie naive beliefs about (a) the perfection of human memory and (b) the lack of appreciation of the transience of the physical self. Ideas and memories simply fade with the passing of people. It is a miracle by itself that knowledge of any form remains.
In any case, to circumvent such issues, or to facilitate words of the productive kind, I think the best thing one can do is to have a real conversation y'know. So dear reader drop me a comment to tell me what you would like to read about and how you would like to pick the brain of this mere individual.
(In writing this piece I realise I am still a cryptic of sorts, bound by my understanding of things, although now I am bent that I do have cryptographic messages I wish to communicate... Years ago a philosophy teacher once called me a bit of a cryptic... )
And another thought:
Perhaps on bad days when one cannot think well, when one's consciousness is bombarded by non-linear thought of the non-productive kind, when one's heart aches like an out-of-tune string, there is nothing better than a nicely laid, well-written article to pore over and to slowly follow and gleam literature of whatever line-form...
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