Today, you are a member of… Hibert’s Second Problem
The limits of language are everwhere, members – evidenced by Taoism, Wittgenstein, words like ‘umudrovat’ that exist in one language as a single compact utterance, but remain untranslatable into another unless you have a mouthful (‘to philosophize oneself into a madhouse’). And though this week those limits may seem an unforgiving ghetto that keeps your primal self from taking Mount Olympus by storm, you also have the option of treating ‘that which remains unsaid’ as a fringe on which to frolic unfettered by demands of the gods. Hang out there a while in your best subconscious scuba gear and you’ll find talk is cheap, representation overrated and inconsistency a vast underworld of unwordly delights.
