Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick

Sitting in a tree, thinking, watching the clouds... Breathing.
It started with language... how our sense of reality is linguistically constructed; the mediator of meaning is language. Concepts are based in thought, and thought depends on diction.. Creating solid concepts requires expert control of text... and so on. I was thinking about teaching, about how the use of language means the difference between effective learning or misunderstanding.
Thinking then about how human activity is thus constructed and how knowledge, "truth", values, morals are fluid. How people interperate language based upon their own existing understandings and bias' - how children think themselves a part of the entire universe and how, as they grow older, they think -are taught- that they are separate (apart. Ironic that 'a part' means together and 'apart', though the words are combined, means separate). Things happen outside of themselves.
A realisation: -Content to die- My existence means that other things cannot exist. Must occasionally die. I am ok with this. I would do the same.
It then moved through cognitive dissonance (and how this does not happen to children, but becomes a more frequent occurrence in the adult brain) and all through Hermeneutics and all sorts of Literary Theory that I once knew. New Critics... Michel Foucault.. Poulet (I have no idea how to spell their names any more, this is guesswork)..
Finally, what we see depends primarily on what we are looking for/seeking.

Still thinking.
Still looking.
Still seeking.

"Die Knowing Something."