Words, these things I am using to communicate to you...You...whatever that can mean.
Meaning is in the word, or is the meaning in the thing in which the word participates?
Esoteric philological concerns only cause us to lose sight of what matters in words.
What matters is the idea that the word encodes. The cat is black.
The politician is corrupt. The night is cold. I am writing words to express my ideas.
The matter is also tied up with the definition of a word. It is not the description of the being that is defined. It is the concept of the being as we define it, as we choose to categorize and characterize it. A being is not the word we use to describe it. But once named , even nothingness cannot escape.
The use of words is treacherous, perilous and perfidious. If we cannot remember that the word is our chosen way of engaging the being under consideration, then that being will disappear in the word, the name, the label we define it with. The being will disappear and be replaced by what we say of it, about it.
Clouding comprehension of perceptual awareness, words erect an artificial to describe the actual. The actual is then controlled, we dare think, and so we are masters of reality. But language is a false equivalence. Reality is slippery, mucotic and slimey as a hagfish. Our words are like gloves, but even they cannot hold fast to reality.
If we wish to rediscover the world in it's being, the words will have to be put back where they belong. Hermeneutics use words to grasp at the divine, the folly of defining a thing by referring to it's name, "God", defining being by saying that it is only what it evidently is beyond, and therefore, is not...this is the limit of any language.
The limit is the extent of our understanding. Our mind, our episteme, the ways of acquiring knowledge are dependent on nomenclature. But what is there before the word? How does the world interact with us before we can name it? How can a body know how to live before it has made it's first verbal utterance?
