My recent favourite word.
Once you are in it, there is no limit.
Reminds of some difficult problems I have had to face as a student. Calculus! What did you expect? The tending to infinity thing. x tries to become the sleeping 8. Does it ever get there? I don’t know, perhaps it’s still getting there – apparently the same problems are being given out to kids in school even today.
That’s abstraction for you. On a long indeterminate line, the expression continues.
I wasn’t not blogging all this while. I was just blogging elsewhere. Abstracting. Tending towards infinity. The ultimate expression where meaning is your own. The “meaning Nirvana”. Where, perhaps, even meaning doesn’t make meaning. At least, words don’t make meaning.
It is a frantic call for primitive and instinctive intelligence to make us aware of meaning. Words limit our meaning; words aren’t like the x that tries to become the sleeping 8. Words have limits. They can go far on the indeterminate line – but nowhere close to infinity.
That is, perhaps, also, the Problem of the Strange Solution.