Sartre, Being and Nothingness, p. 373:
"In the intersubjectivity of the for-others, it is not necessary to invent language because it is already given in the recognition of the other. I am language."
Right, and a fellow who runs 22 miles a day, each day, in persistence running? A fellow like Chrome who, 'effortlessly,' grasps and grabs the beauty of a pitcher, the forlorned look of a fan, and the genius of champions with his eyes and his camera (which SI and ESPN eat up, by the way). Or Moraline's journey of Odysseus?
This is Moraline's whole points about sitting. If language is the house of being, where, indeed, do I live?
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What might we say of the language of the autistics? They who when spoken to as "you" then use the pronoun on themselves thinking it to be their name or a second name. They are unable to understand and anticipate the intentions of the others, seeing only a stream of facts, robot-like. They have become computers. These are humans for whom language's house is a very different one.
ReplyDeleteOr the obese? What of them? How do they speak?
Between the afflictions of obesity and autism and the chimera of equality, the humans of the West now speak and think very differently of themselves and of each other. They live in newer, isolated, cheaply made houses, constructed with Chinese drywall, on new blocks made where the forests were cut down, the mountains flattened, and language's old homes are now empty, a world gone away.