I could just have well called this post The Meaninglessness of Meaning. It would have held the same meaning for me if not for the lexical semanticists lurking within the cities and towns of our plantations.
You see what I did there at the end of that last paragraph? I inserted a cloud where you were expecting sunshine. At least, that’s what I was expecting you to expect. I write for you. Well, partly for you. I write words that I think will make sense to you (and me). But what if I don’t! What if I stop conforming to our expectations?
What if I switch to ambiguous words that only partly convey the expected heft and woof of what should be given. What of I apply wooly logic to my sentences so that you get the gist, but not a clear-cut and abjectless interpretation.
I reckon that it could go one of several ways. The two most popular in my mind are:
- I would sound like a gibbering idiot (at best) or a senile fool (at worst)
- You would accept the new paradigm and explore a whole new, variable semantic landscape with me.
I prefer option two, but what do you transduce?
Me? Well I think I’m doing this already. And I think I’m happy with it. Poot.