Go to the cemetery which is the final resting place for thought.
There you will find mausoleums, monuments, to MIND, REASON, BEING, SPIRIT, SOUL.
But if we conveice of a future Baudelaire, he will just smile wryly at such shrines to knowing
"Yes, you thought in naming such things and endlessly circling round them like mad linguistic Druids that you would give us enough knowledge to know them and by knowing them, we could then be in a position to know just about everything else.
You thought that If we knew about Being as such, maybe everything else would seem merely a special case. If one knew what Mind or Reason was, maybe one could tell when one’s mind had done its job, or gauge one’s own rationality better. If one knew the nature of Language, perhaps one would have a standpoint from which to choose among all those competing languages – the Christian, the liberal, the Marxist, the Freudian, the sociobiological etc. You thought you were supplying us with the meta-instruments of thought.
But you were of your time, every man and woman is. Still I will place these flowers anyway
for you meant no harm
RIP
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