May 1, 2002

  • My feelings are simply too intense to write about.  How did the ancient Taoists express this? 


    "Passion too deep seems like none."  


    So I'll remain content to seem like no one with nothing to say.  Or I'll just talk about the world.  Or that which we imagine it to be.


    "Of that which one cannot speak, one must consign to silence."


    Ludwig Wittgenstein said that.  He was a linguistic philosopher earlier in the past century (isn't it great just two years into the new century to be able refer to the *past century* as something ages ago! ).


    What a strange fellow he was--listen:


    Ludwig Josef Johann Wittgenstein, born on April 26th 1889 in Vienna, Austria, was a charismatic enigma. He has been something of a cult figure but shunned publicity and even built an isolated hut in Norway to live in complete seclusion. His sexuality was ambiguous but he was probably gay; how actively so is still a matter of controversy. His life seems to have been dominated by an obsession with moral and philosophical perfection, summed up in the subtitle of Ray Monk's excellent biography Wittgenstein: The Duty of Genius.  His concern with moral perfection led Wittgenstein at one point to insist on confessing to several people various sins, including that of allowing others to underestimate the extent of his 'Jewishness'.

    He is so not me!   And yet, of that which we cannot speak....

    Ha!

    So I'm going back to practicing my Chinese.  And I shall re-master it!  Then I shall ask Xanga to provide a Chinese font so that I can reach out to Great Thronging Empire of the character-cuddling-yet-unblogged.  Yes, I will take Xanga to China.  Or bring China to Xanga!

    Yes! Listen:

    The Chinese write in this regard, to the Northwest it has as border, the river Yalo, and the rest is surrounded by the sea. This is the district, which the emperor Uúus, founder of the tribe Cheva, to Kicius, kinsman of the emperor of the tribe Xanga, gave the same on loan around the year AD eleven hundred and twenty-one, when the tribe Xanga was exterminated and eradicated, and this by the death of the malicious emperor Kisus, who, conquered by Uúus, burned himself alive, together with the beautiful palace he has made, certainly a suitable death for his lechery, since he has lived scandalously.

    Déjà Vu.  Do you?

    Please forgive me if I'm seeming ineffable: but it appears that I'm truly un-F-able.

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