yes, what, an, absurdity...
the apparent otherness to being...
so what is the "other" option?
the apparent "self" (with a missing
adjective affix of -ness)
to being?
you know...
Heidegger writes more about
the universal condition of
being,
than the particularißation
of beings...
somehow... pluralism of existence
escapes him...
somehow, but
somehow: not by chance...
i'm actually wearing a pair of stinking
socks,
i'm starting to surmise a paranoid
presence of a skunk...
but i won't...
because i know that i've been
wearing this pair or socks,
for two days, solid...
pardon the expression...
i self-taught myself
the English language aged 8 / 8+...
and it wasn't even a realisation...
there! there we go again...
realization...
but what would be more correct?
realißation...
first lesson, in diacritical
application...
second lesson...
there is no lesson...
English is not a universal language,
nor does it, exactly, portray itself
as universally minded...
it has particular rules,
and particular laws...
no... English is no
1 + 1 = 2...
it never was, and it never will be...
now...
you, telling me,
that it is, just as well...
is not helpful...
i want more...
hmm...
how to put it?
i remember a car drive with
a friend of mine...
and i remember,
distinctly...
how he was scolded for not
remembering the alphabet...
****, even i don't remember
the alphabet,
there are too many words
that are required to erode my memory
in order to spell them...
why would i need to memorize
the ******* alphabet?
education is,
after all,
the prime tool for
memory erosion...
the personal memory...
whatever the **** matters...
that there's existence
contra that's there-existence -
and such a posit,
is an escapade into a non-pluralism -
given the obnoxious there,
without a posit for "a" here...
given that there is the certain
posit of, existence...
while "here": isn't even
a being, or beings...
and as such:
such an un-entertaining exercise
in the native tongue...
it could be summarized in even
allowing a man to, blush!
sorry, i don't speak the native
tongue,
i speak a native tongue that
the natives don't speak...
not if they're supposed
to be deemed a: nation
of shopkeepers.
language requires either
rhyme,
or logical simplicity for the natives
i've encountered,
there is no chance in hell
for there to be a play on words,
or a deviating logic behind
every or any sentence
structures...
it's madness!
madness!
they'll bring down
intelligence,
cover it with retardation...
and call in the psychiatric examiners...
as they always do...
i'm used to it...
do i mind?
em.... how about extending
my tenure of making criticism
postmortem a 100+ years,
and then we can rekindle
the conversational demands
of said, question?
what i found though?
the German call life: sein -
or being...
the French call life: existence -
or rather:
out of every and within every
worthwhile inclusion of
an exampled instance,
that culminates in a allocated
revision:
worthless without
an exclusion of non-examinable
instances,
i.e. pitiable
the career in dream interpretation...
one of life's grand pardons...
or whatever verbiage there
needs to be included in
crafting a deviating:
faux pas...
it's still a question
of... what existence pertains to:
an observation of
being,
or an observation
of beings...
well then...
sein : wesen
contra...
be present, be located -
hence? da -
i.e. there...
but... what is "here"?
da contra
hier... no?
by "being" there, i can be,
"there"... within the allocated "being"
of beings...
but i can't be, "there",
by allocating myself
to the being of beings:
while also allocating myself
a being of being...
no?
since to allocate myself
a being of beings,
i'd have to subsequently and
simultaneously allocate
myself a, being off, being:
to counter the exampled:
beings,
name the nullified being,
in the manner off being, of beings.
see how atomißed language
can become?
see the roots, Germanic in English?
i could have spoken perfect German
if i was only allowed...
but the English education
structure focused on learning
French...
i hated French...
i hate French...
if i was given an option
to learn German... i would have
probably learned it...
after all...
English is not a Romance
language... it's an offshoot
of the Germanic tongue...
might i add...
the friends i once had...
began hating me...
after they realißed that my "girlfriend"
went by the name of Sophia...
and that...
their own girlfriends were
becoming a chore...
choices are choices!
you can't speak this sort of
language piquancy to a woman,
and expect a reply of replicated jests
of a missing sense of humor...
you can't speak this language
of insolence,
a language of impracticality,
of, "philosophy"...
because... you just can't!
not the language of a Gnostic
who drew:
(H) (H)
A
the eyes, above the sigh of
enlightenment;
and always, along came the sight of
the (W)eaving lineage of perpetuated
life,
with the canonical retort
of woman, sarcastic...
E(h)?!