June 4: Yagoo. I'm feeling like a Scorned Prophet of Old except that mine Understanding is not religious but scientific, not mystico-self-indulgence but coldly objective. Ergo, I will write mine Zaruthustriality into what I bear to you few who attend me.
Of late, I have boilerplated against Spidertangle again. Cecil Touchon said much of interest, ending with the text that follows, which in turn is followed by mine against it:
Letters are letters they are just markings with sounds ascribed to them. In early traditions letters were considered very sacred, mystical and magical. Configure letters into groups to make words and the words are merely letters that are assigned a rough meaning. Neither letters nor words are sounds in themselves but we appoint sounds to them in order to communicate commonly held experiences and assumptions in an audible manner. It is a very strange thing when you think about it. And it is all very circular. Words have definitions but the definitions are made up merely of more words that have definitions made up of other words. When you break it down language is nothing but smoke and mirrors.
Linguistically, while Bob might be talking about a dog, I am talking about the molecules and atoms that make up the underlying nature of the dog until what I say has nothing to do with the dog but is about the universal building blocks of life that end up as what we know as a dog or, for that matter, any thing else. Those building blocks are the forms of the letters and the space around them. Granted the dog is probably more fun to talk about and everyone gets what you are talking about and there is something to be said for sticking with the familiar.
The verbal is what words like "dog"--or "rabid dog"--mean to all rational people. Letters as sounds or design elements but not words can be gloriously used aesthetically but, verily, I tell thee, they are something else. To nihilistically discount the verbal is merely the futile childishness of those who will not accept material reality as all there is, and the unovercomable power of the laws of nature as all that rules that reality by imagining that words needn't represent that reality and those laws.. Yagoo. Take what I have spoken into thine heart and kneel unto its Truth. Magick is a wonderful dream to dream and make art of, but it is a dream, not reality, not Truth.
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