“Everyone behaves like an android and allows meaning to emanate from one point …” I remember Jordan Peterson saying, “People don’t like it when you poke them in the axioms.” He went on to say that our sense of meaning is usually experienced metaphorically as a raft tied together with rope, keeping us from drowning in unorganized psychic chaos. I think, if we continue experiencing reality in this way we end up hoarding all the ideas that once meant anything to us. We identify with these ideas at first, then when they become too numerous to manage, it is like a person with 63 cats – they have no idea why they supposedly like cats, but they just can’t get rid of any of them.
Poetry is the wisest use of language – meaning is hinted at, evoked, not defined, but left ambiguous, inviting us to discover something else. Not meaning, but an unused part of ourselves.
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