Words but rarely mean what we mean by employing them. As a conveyance. Of meaning. The car, you see, is not the driver. The driver is not the person. The person is not the human being. The human is not the [extended] being. And the extended being… has little, indeed, to do with words.

When we are using words, events far stranger than we imagine are taking place. And we’re participating in them. Often unconsciously. Sometimes… transcendentally. But in that case, the desire to assert this is nearly evidence of its forgery.

But I digress.

If I say or claim to ‘know’ something. What do I mean? Well, I don’t mean anything at all. Because the whole framework is abstract from any actual enaction of knowing. And this is where the real problem originates. Right there.

Words don’t mean things. Of course, there’s a relatively narrow aspect of our relations with language that is simple. And there, it’s nearly as if mere words mean things. But beyond that slight exception?

We use words to mean things to actual — or !possible … others. And, perhaps, ourselves [within] others…