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Language is a river Cosmological
Explorations have no why, they bloom because they bloom
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| Abstract:
The whole conceit is an abstract, designed to give a little shake to mental structures built on unseen and unthought foundations, and perhaps open, at least temporarily, a clearing that will be inevitably quickly grown over. |
Here is the conceit: We are the water, constantly moving, shifting, and altering the course of the river language by the momentum of our living. The water cuts into the dirt and rock of the river bed, and over time moves or erodes boulders. At the same time, the silt and minerals of the earth are absorbed into the stream of water. Sometimes the additives can be seen, often they are invisible. Eventually the river is at the bottom of a deep chasm. Looking up we may sometimes see a thin sliver of sky between the walls, but it's almost always lost through the twisted history of rock our river has cut through. Most of the time the sky is hidden by these overhangs, and often, it seems, the river has become subterranean. |
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