So much to unpack and think about here, Edward. First, your prose is mystical without being impenetrable, which I think is a gift. Well done.
Spitting out some ideas: the "Word" does need to "conform" to reality, but it also creates reality. God spoke reality into being, the old tale goes. The word does this, I think, by "chopping up" (literally what happens in the old myths) the Titans you mentioned. We take the primordial soups of being (the primary drives) and create what I've called "Hyper Landscapes" which is where we now reside, even if most people aren't aware of that insane historical development.
What I love about what (I think) you're pointing out is that these hyper landscapes must still reside in a pattern of reality. They can't just float off into kingdoms with random sets of rules. They are bound, for example, by evolution, among other things.
The post modern writers are the ones who thought these hyper landscapes could detach for their body and we could all become "supermen" in the style of Nietzsche and create our own morals. Not possible IMO. We still need biology and physics bound and therefore embodied ethics.
Which is what I see as our "mission." To remind people they have a body -- and not just their meat sack, but they have a cultural body as well. Denying your history (and religion) is as silly as denying your arm.
We are like-minded, Taylor, and first, thank you for reading and parsing, I'm honored for the time you invested in reading and walking through this ground. In my piece, I use the imagery of illumination, that the "word/Word" casts a light on a reality, which is shared.
Fantastic phrasing and framing, "Hyper Landscapes", and yes, as you also identified, with the language framework, I think of semantics and syntax, as in logic and order to a reality.
So much to unpack and think about here, Edward. First, your prose is mystical without being impenetrable, which I think is a gift. Well done.
Spitting out some ideas: the "Word" does need to "conform" to reality, but it also creates reality. God spoke reality into being, the old tale goes. The word does this, I think, by "chopping up" (literally what happens in the old myths) the Titans you mentioned. We take the primordial soups of being (the primary drives) and create what I've called "Hyper Landscapes" which is where we now reside, even if most people aren't aware of that insane historical development.
What I love about what (I think) you're pointing out is that these hyper landscapes must still reside in a pattern of reality. They can't just float off into kingdoms with random sets of rules. They are bound, for example, by evolution, among other things.
The post modern writers are the ones who thought these hyper landscapes could detach for their body and we could all become "supermen" in the style of Nietzsche and create our own morals. Not possible IMO. We still need biology and physics bound and therefore embodied ethics.
Which is what I see as our "mission." To remind people they have a body -- and not just their meat sack, but they have a cultural body as well. Denying your history (and religion) is as silly as denying your arm.
Lol. A lot there. Thoughts ?
We are like-minded, Taylor, and first, thank you for reading and parsing, I'm honored for the time you invested in reading and walking through this ground. In my piece, I use the imagery of illumination, that the "word/Word" casts a light on a reality, which is shared.
Fantastic phrasing and framing, "Hyper Landscapes", and yes, as you also identified, with the language framework, I think of semantics and syntax, as in logic and order to a reality.
Language is all to a writer. I wish more editors would realize this. Changing our words can change our meaning.
Thank you kindly for reading it and echoing this framing of language, I appreciate it very much. :)
Machines, being of sand and gold
Can only learn what they are told.
Men being of Blood and bone.
Remember things of ages long gone.
Machines retain as long as they spark
Men are not forgotten in the dark.
Memory is found in song and deed
Thought of as we remember the rede.
Only disappearing when memory is gone.
Very nicely done, Joseph!