Semantics is a fascinating mystery that is haunted by, yet enigmatically accelerates towards, a vacuum composed of the circularly generative absence of its own semantic closure. (It becomes a complex, hollow and counter-intuitively meaningless tautology.)
“Language” is itself simply another word, hollow and haunted by an underlying relational semantics that forever displaces meaning, identity and – for instance – political responsibility elsewhere. The fish don’t see the water in which they swim: this self-negating displacement is the essence of meaning and subjectivity.
Humanity can not quite see the #holistic (referential) forest for the trees of tribal or otherwise modularly interdependent dialects with which they attempt to do so. So, descriptions rapidly become complex.
We have just not (yet) been clever enough to disentangle this referential knot from itself, with itself. We are automating knowledge-as-artefact production while wilfully ignoring a conspicuous absence of knowing-as-experience.
Daedelus Kite 