The fact of the matter is that the 'real world' is to a large extent unconsciously built up on the language habits of the group.
Edward SapirRead
No important national language, at least in the Occidental world, has complete regularity of grammatical structure, nor is there a single logical category which is adequately and consistently handled in terms of linguistic symbolism.
Interpretation
Language is inherently irregular and cannot be fully captured by logic.
Edward Sapir's quote speaks to the complexities and irregularities of national languages, especially in the Western world. He suggests that no language possesses a completely regular grammatical structure and that linguistic symbolism fails to consistently represent logical categories, highlighting the limitations of language in conveying structured ideas and the nuances of human thought.
In practice
In a discussion about the challenges of learning a new language, this quote can illustrate the complexities involved.
The fact of the matter is that the 'real world' is to a large extent unconsciously built up on the language habits of the group.
National languages are all huge systems of vested interests which sullenly resist critical inquiry.
In a sense, every form of expression is imposed upon one by social factors, one's own language above all.
No two languages are ever sufficiently similar to be considered as representing the same social reality.
It would, of course, be hopeless to attempt to crowd into an international language all those local overtones of meaning which are so dear to the heart of the nationalist.
It is quite an illusion to imagine that one adjusts to reality essentially without the use of language and that language is merely an incidental means of solving specific problems of communication or reflection.
What feeling feels like over time. An attempt to screw up what feeling feels like over time. Heartbreak and a high C.... The often welcome melodic lie.... The soul's undersong. The orchestration of randomness, a flirtation with the boundaries of silence and space.... a reminder that the self wants to disappear, be taken away from itself and returned.
One curiosity of being a foreigner everywhere is that one finds oneself discerning Edens where the locals see only Purgatory.
Three or four threads may be agitated, like telegraph wires, at the same time, and if I were to tap them all I would reveal such a mixture of innocence and duplicity, generosity and calculation, fear and courage, I cannot tell the whole truth simply because I would have to write four journals at once.
I caution you as I was never cautioned: You will never let go, you will never be satiated. You will be damaged and scarred, you will continue to hunger. Your body will age, you will continue to need. You will want the earth, then more of the earth-- Sublime, indifferent, it is present, it will not respond. It is encompassing, it will not minister. Meaning, it will feed you, it will ravish you. It will not keep you alive.
My only fear of death is reincarnation
Like any place in Reality, the Street is subject to development. Developers can build their own small streets feeding off of the main one. They can build buildings, parks, signs, as well as things that do not exist in Reality, such as vast hovering overhead light shows and special neighborhoods where the rules of three-dimensional spacetime are ignored.
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