It has become evident to me that the ‘meaning’ envisioned by the Author\Speaker will probably have been revisioned by the Reader\Listener. Hence the subjective like/dislike quality to the tale told. Engrams or HieroGlyphs branded in the brain via synaptic structures are inter-connected: there, where you can gather more dendrites by adding new memories to old, thus creating a modular set of precepts in the garnering of meaning. Musing further, to use Socrates validation, ‘seeming is often master of the reality’ and we therefore need to agree to terms for an agreed meaning to be garnered. To deter the ‘revisionist’ and march like ‘soldier lemmings’ off an agreed upon ledge, to ‘meanings’ fatal fall, to reason's fatal flaw. Meaning is co-dependent upon Language=Syntax (agreements of form) for connecting, while Poetry is the flow and rhythm of words; sound-scapes which create meaning from word-movement--reflecting is optional!! And yet, we ‘disturb’ meaning by recreating Language in our own image according to these HieroGlyphic-synaptic modules we’ve garnered. Subjective intertextual ironics made of objective (echoing Nature) uber-lexical sonics become the happy dance of gleaning meaning. We are the meaning makers.
Language is a bridge, connecting, but the bridge has a syntax you gotta’ pay to getta’cross what you wanna’ say; Poetry is the stream below, murmuring, reflecting many Suns; meandering meaningful-sounds for each ‘n everyone!
In the phenomenology of Love coupled with the visceReality of joyousness which frissons up the spine, what remains is our own courage to change the world from inside out withoutta’ doubt; that lost Art of interior-design … it starts with wonder imbued in awe, unbound by the language of ‘reason’ nor by the fatal-skin we’re in, uncluttered with the pitter-patter of patterns promulgated by all of our bad education nor spoilt by the cliché of tribal-mediocrity!
As the Poet averred; We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are. Ergo: if we change the way we look at things, the things we look at change.
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Reply to The meaning crisis and language II — We need to ‘believe’ myth and metaphor in order to understand ourselves by Melodic_Antelope6490
It has become evident to me that the ‘meaning’ envisioned by the Author\Speaker will probably have been revisioned by the Reader\Listener. Hence the subjective like/dislike quality to the tale told. Engrams or HieroGlyphs branded in the brain via synaptic structures are inter-connected: there, where you can gather more dendrites by adding new memories to old, thus creating a modular set of precepts in the garnering of meaning. Musing further, to use Socrates validation, ‘seeming is often master of the reality’ and we therefore need to agree to terms for an agreed meaning to be garnered. To deter the ‘revisionist’ and march like ‘soldier lemmings’ off an agreed upon ledge, to ‘meanings’ fatal fall, to reason's fatal flaw. Meaning is co-dependent upon Language=Syntax (agreements of form) for connecting, while Poetry is the flow and rhythm of words; sound-scapes which create meaning from word-movement--reflecting is optional!! And yet, we ‘disturb’ meaning by recreating Language in our own image according to these HieroGlyphic-synaptic modules we’ve garnered. Subjective intertextual ironics made of objective (echoing Nature) uber-lexical sonics become the happy dance of gleaning meaning. We are the meaning makers.
Language is a bridge, connecting, but the bridge has a syntax you gotta’ pay to getta’cross what you wanna’ say; Poetry is the stream below, murmuring, reflecting many Suns; meandering meaningful-sounds for each ‘n everyone!
In the phenomenology of Love coupled with the visceReality of joyousness which frissons up the spine, what remains is our own courage to change the world from inside out withoutta’ doubt; that lost Art of interior-design … it starts with wonder imbued in awe, unbound by the language of ‘reason’ nor by the fatal-skin we’re in, uncluttered with the pitter-patter of patterns promulgated by all of our bad education nor spoilt by the cliché of tribal-mediocrity!
As the Poet averred; We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are. Ergo: if we change the way we look at things, the things we look at change.