Am I just plain cheesy?
You know, I think the last great intellectual of our times was Derrida. And boy was he cheesy. I mean, all I needed to do, to say I mean this, but I don’t (at one and the same time) was write Love (or some such transcendental word like that), take the arrow to the option abc and put a cross across Love.
LOVE
Meaning
Sense
Get my point?
The thing is, I seem to be stuck in a bit of a time/ memory warp here. And Prachett-style, I’m thinking disc-like morphology for all the words I wrote above. And the thing (you know) about discs, and ellipses really, is just that … they end. You can stand at a vantage point, span your eyes across the whole length and breadth of the disc, then heave a deep deep sigh and say, Oh well. Or something cheesier, perhaps. So, you already know what it’s going to be like. love, meaning, sense, cheesiness. Not as words with a capital letter, but with respect to someone. You already know. Nothing is new any more. Nothing is still-to-be-discovered.
And they can exist, and not exist at the same time. Like matter and antimatter. Oppositions in unision. Dialectically.
Cheesy?
Cheesy ?
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