The Metaphysics of Language
hat is “being” but a word? What is contemplating “being” but thinking about a word?
Underneath all religion and philosophical inquires lies the Faith in Language, the foundation of all metaphysics, the first axiom from which all
axioms have arisen. Words, tropes and symbols are our gods. Philosophy, religion and science is our art.
Being, reality, consciousness, the universe, God, nirvana, the moment, time, space, chaos—words, ideas and metaphor—what is this but a faith in
grammar, the religion of semantics, and the idolatry of ideals and symbols? Genesis, the Big Bang, the soul, karma, fortune, infinity,
truth—everything we call supernatural or are superstitious towards are words and words and words, nothing besides. Anti-climactic? Maybe.
What does “is”, “am”, “are”, “do” and “does” mean? These terms are only capable of implying
something but explaining
nothing. “Being” is giving names to things, defining whatever we wish to define. Language, thinking geometrically, perhaps a universal
grammar—this is the extent of the tetragrammaton, God, the word, the alpha and omega, A to Z. This is its boundary, infinite not in size, knowledge
or power, but in possibility. Beyond the ability to say whether something “is” or “is not”, beyond this foundation, is ineffability and
chaos—where stars are born, and especially, where creativity is born.
Observe what we pray to, my friends, what we call on when we’re weak or desiring. Propositions, arguments and premises. Statements, theory and
hypotheses. Hopes, ideals and desires. The worship of assertions and assumptions. When one studies a bible she study an expression of another; when
one prays to a statue she prays to an expression of another; when one reads philosophy she reads the expressions of another; when one follows a
prophet she follows the expressions of another. In the end, we follow humans more creative than we: artists, creators and masters of expression:
another's language. Interpreter vs. the Reader. Teacher vs. Student.
Depressing? Not in the least. How can “truth” be depressing? If anything, realizing that whomever might be great was only great through how they
expressed themselves, and not how supernatural they were, is fully emancipating. This leaves the opportunity for greatness in everyone’s hands. We
too are the creators. Our language is there, with us at all times, and faithful to it we always are. Our own personal culture is an expression of
nature herself, and in that there is a purpose.
To interpret and create from the experience of human vitality is what our greatest teachers had in common. Zarathustra, Plato, Confucius, Aristotle,
Buddha, Spinoza, Jesus, Da Vinci, Newton, Galileo, Einstein—all masters of articulating their experience, interpreters, expressing themselves,
explaining themselves, eventually setting into motion the thoughts of entire continents, and achieving immortality in the afterlife of the language
and culture they created. True metaphysicians. True artists.
Language isn’t merely a communicative tool, but the setting of thought into stone to make it tangible for all to see. In it we find our comforts and
hopes. It is religion, mathematics, science and history. It is your Gods, laws, and declarations. It is art, spontaneous creativity, and chaos into
order, available and necessary to everyone.
Thank you for reading more words,