Philosophical Fiction Series (III) | Truth and Meaning: The Essential Peak

Truth and meaning

— The title is taken from Donald Davidson's book of the same name

By seven grids

Originally published in Mountain Flowers (2007)

- Zaratula came down alone from the mountain, and no one would meet him.

directory

I. Truth Peak

II. Interpreting the Mountains

Three essence peaks

IV. Ethical Harbor

V. Talmud Peninsula

VI. The Other Island

Three • Essence Peak

In the end is cheap no good goods, the facilities of the hard seat carriage are a mess, many of the roof and car circumference of the carriage are gone, there is a base, and the base of the seat on the crooked seat, but this is convenient to get on the car, everyone directly throw the luggage up, and then adjust the position of the luggage, and the seat with the combination, forming a very safe nest, they settled these, wrapped in a large cotton robe, one by one jumped into the comfort nest, I feel that this is more romantic than the soft sleeping car, I walked back and forth, picked the most broken carriage, Intend to stay here for one night.

This carriage can be favored by me, mainly because it not only has no roof and car circumference, but also has few wooden planks on the base, and at a glance, the train wheels, connecting rods, frames and the rail sleepers below can be seen clearly. Because of the terrible conditions, not many self-exiles chose this place, with the exception of three people: one was a cripple, who riveted himself to the frame with the impact drill he carried, and his prosthetic limb was a steel pipe; one was a fat man, who found a suitable seat and stuck himself comfortably; and the other was blind.

When the blind man fell down and climbed up for the third time, the train started. I grabbed a half-broken iron railing and pulled the blind man up.

"Why does this train have a basement?" It's so weird. It was the first sentence he came up with.

The cripple threw two bundles of ropes from his nest and asked me to weave a net for the blind man and find two protrusions to hang on to the bed. I had never played with weaving, but fortunately, he gave me a bundle of meaning ropes and a bundle of truth cotton ropes, which were common objects carried by analytic philosophers, and we used them to assist thinking when studying semantic relationships. As soon as the rope arrived, I first weaved the meaning, and then the truth, so that the taste of paulownia oil and sunflower oil gradually intertwined, and finally the language bed was quickly ready, I hung it on the remaining side wall panels at both ends of the body, put a large quilt for the blind man inside, and then put the blind man in, and then the blind man was finally safe.

"May I ask, what sentence did you make up?" If only it could be known to the contemptible. The cripple asked first.

"Safety trumps everything." The blind man answered for me. He said that he thanked me for everything I had done for him, but he was slightly dissatisfied with my weaving method, and he commented that my skills may be a bit conservative, and that the noble weaving method that is now popular is to weave the truth first and then the meaning.

"In this way, whether many sentences are true or false, you will no longer be as preoccupied as before. Of course, I dare to vouch for my personality that you must be a gentleman with a noble heart, and such a preoccupation is only a matter of necessity for a while. Finally, allow me to introduce myself, my name is Davidson, I work at the Self Town Historical Sculpture Institute, and my current status is self-exile. When the blind man finished speaking, the fat man shook his head repeatedly, although he was self-exiled, he was not willing to torture himself, and in his nest of comfort, he was already full of a large number of bright and delicious chocolate beans. I was hungry, so I ran to the large heart plate in the middle of the frame and sat down, took out the quiche and ate it.

The cripple was not satisfied, and he fixed it on one leg, his hands spread out in opposition, but there were no sparrows in the open carriage for him to drive:

"Allow me, if you wish, to introduce myself first, that I live in the Living World Archipelago, where the marshmallow hovercraft stewards are, and you can call me Katz, or the lovely Katz, dear Katz, the heart-wrenching Katz. I am also in a state of self-exile. I would like to advise you not to listen to the gentleman, for though I am more than happy to give him everything I can give, a certain noble spirit compels me to say: No, it is true that in a sense his solution is to solve some old problems, but the trouble is that doing so brings with it new, more intractable problems. I looked back at Katz in the backlight, as if looking up at an underexposed bronze statue of an aristocratic lord.

"Think with your elegant mind, he said, 'A lie repeated a thousand times becomes the truth', is true. Isn't it? My dear sir who eats quiches. ”

I finished eating an quiche and decided to eat the next one, wrapped in colorful chocolate beans because I hadn't tried it yet. The fat man in the nest was very cheerful, grabbed a large handful of chocolate beans, and poured them on the quiches that I spread flat in my hands, and in the sun, the colors flowed like silk poured with light cream. He complained that today's young people, who argue all day long about language problems, are actually constructed by themselves, and the real questions, whether our phenomenal world is a real existence or not, are becoming more and more impossible to find.

"You can call me Hume. It can be very casual between us. ”

"You also go into self-exile?" I noticed he didn't use you and felt relaxed about talking like that.

"Well, though, I'm not because I have any political insights, but, alas, I find myself a little fatter and need to lose weight through self-exile." Hume poured a handful of chocolate beans into his mouth, and unceremoniously took an quiche from my plastic bowl and stuffed it into his mouth.

Neither Davidson the blind nor the crippled Katz spoke. They found their truth and meaning beyond our chocolate beans and quiches, and after a while they asked if they could give them something to try, if you wished.

"If you two don't talk like this, I can give you a big hug." Hume shouted.

"Me too." Although I am a philosopher, I think it is still necessary to follow the rough Hume.

"Oh, I said it earlier, dammit."

"That is, I still think that you are a master of five lectures, four beauty and three loves."

Towards nightfall, the shepherd came over with a horse lamp and advised me to go back to the soft bed, not to stay with the group, and besides, when the train passed through the ethics harbor in the middle of the night, there was a gap in the valley, and the wind and snow blowing down from the essence peak were fully capable of sweeping the people in the open carriage away.

"Wrapped in the snow of essence into the ocean of ethics, do you think, will you still have a life?" That snow and that sea are all unreasonable things. "With such persuasion from the Shepherd, I can conclude that the direction of his philosophy profession that he gave up was also analytic philosophy.

"What about these self-exiled people?" The horse lantern was under the shepherd's face, so looking at the dog meat that had been crossed over his face, the dog meat was even more horizontal when he approached cautiously and came down to talk to me.

"They're not like you. You are designated by the President to protect. They, they have to go, against the president, really have nothing to do. The shepherd's voice grew lower and lower, for the blind man had brought his face over, and he was blind and unusually viciously illuminated by the horse lamp.

"I said, I know who you are, Wittgenstein, don't do this, everyone is a peer, don't think that if you are a train driver dog, you are a civil servant of the government."

"I buy alcohol and drink from the government's salary, do you dare to say that I am not yet a civil servant?" During the Chinese New Year, the government also gave me gloves, soap, toilet paper, mosquito coils, Ren Dan and Dragon tiger brand cool oil. The government's kindness is deeper than the sea in the harbor of ethics, and I Wittgenstein change a little every twenty-six years, a medium change every seventy-eight years, a big change every two hundred and thirty-four years, and now billions of years have flowed, and I have finally changed into a great train driver dog! Wittgenstein finished his last words and lifted his face toward the night sky, where the night wind suddenly blew out the marquee, and the faint starlight discharged his noble and holy furry face.

Everybody stopped ringing. The essence peak under the moonlight gradually stretched out a strange silhouette on the left side of my body, it was a living mountain, even if I was stationary, it was constantly changing its shape, according to historical records, it first changed into a grinding wheel worm, and later, it successively changed into a tray sponge, Ayas ancient cup, Guizhou coral, Dragon Worm, Snake Roll Snail, Female Star-like Jie, Ancient God Moss Worm, Beaked Stone Swallow, Thorn Sea Forest Oak, Shiban Jaw Tooth Shaped Stone, Bai's Wenchang Fish, on the last day, it appeared the outline of humans, And continues to change in an elusive and bizarre direction, according to the study of the Institute of Future Events of the Continents that we have here, it is evolving towards God, and the rate of evolution is showing a redshift trend.

In the valley in the distance, the dim lights of several homes were lit. What are they doing at this point? Would they think of a philosopher on a train guessing what they were doing at this point? Would they think they were thinking of this? They'll stick their heads out the window and ask us, in the same line of thought as I did, what are we doing at this point? In the blink of an eye, the families were out of sight, and I looked up to see the sign of Ursa Major so dazzling in the night sky that the stars around them all lost their breath.

A woman's song seeped through from the front of the train, and at nightfall, everyone listened quietly:

Your voice, your song

Forever imprinted in my heart

Although yesterday has disappeared, it is difficult to meet each other

How can you forget your affection

My love, my dreams

Stay in your arms forever

Tomorrow is coming, but it is rare to meet you

Only the wind sent me a piece of affection

Only the wind sent me affection

After the song had disappeared for a long time, I proposed that we all go to her together, she must be a brilliant wife, because logically, it is absurd that the phenomenon of the role of a wife will choose to self-exile. But, in terms of meta-logic, it has to be admitted: because it is absurd, that is why I believe it.

Everyone, including the train driver's dog Wittgenstein, had no objection to my proposal. Only as he was leaving, the crippled Katz got into some trouble, he fixed himself too tightly, and finally, in order not to drag everyone down, he left his tube prosthesis in the cold wind, the blind Davidson helped him along, Wittgenstein led the way at the front, Hume and I walked at the end, he carried a sack of chocolate beans, I held my crisper, also as a food weight line, I found that Hume and I were very compatible.

It turned out that it was an intersex person who sang the song, and several of us laughed at the same time. He laughed along with her:

"I am the only hermaphrodite in this phenomenal world, and you can call me Hermeflotite."

I said I'm curious, you're a wife, and you're a philosopher, and the conflict is so big, how is that possible.

Hermephlotite said that many phenomenal beings had asked this question, but he was willing to answer it again, after all, I was the hero who found the truth fruit. As he spoke, he and she took off her ornate and tattered robe to reveal her huge breasts and huge dildo, and his hands stroked them one by one, and soon they all stood up.

The carriage was not bad, the circumference was still halfway there, and the roof was only a big hole, but we seemed to be gradually approaching the valley of the essence peak, and the snow began to roll into the carriage from the holes, and the wind blew the iron sheet into the car. The phenomenal bodies of a carriage were trembling with teeth, their muscles trembling, and they watched intently as Hermephrodite masturbated, and after five minutes, a large amount of milk and semen spurted out at the same time, more than fifty or sixty kilograms of liquid, mixed with rich frankincense and prostatic fluid, and the phenomenon of choking those downwind mouths all coughed.

"Once there's a conflict, I'll settle it." Hermephlotite's pale, dry hand grasped the seat so as not to be blown up by the wind.

"That is to say, it is not a question of a logical world, it is a question of a living world." Wittgenstein rubbed his wet face and neck with his tongue as he spoke his mind.

"We still invite all the people in the hard seat carriage to go to the front of the soft sleeper, which is also a matter of living world." After watching Hermephlotit's performance, I couldn't get any colder.

Wittgenstein quickly agreed this time, and he was willing to open six soft sleepers, four people each. Everything was moving smoothly, and of the twenty or so self-exiles, only one had been swept into the darkness by a blizzard on the way to the transfer: he was too light, and no one had pulled at the time.

Soft sleepers are warm. We each took off our wet clothes and put them clean. Now, that cold world outside had nothing to do with us, Wittggens went to the locomotive and pushed back a box of black beer, but the self-exiles all stuck their heads out into the corridor and sternly declared that they refused to drink it, saying that it would tarnish the meaning of self-exile, unless it was a cheer. Hume also sniffed the beans and stretched out his head together. Wittgenstein felt very faceless, so he put the box of black beer at my feet and went back to his driver's room. Hume closed the soft door, grimaced at me, Davidson, and Katz, picked up a bottle of black beer, poured it with his teeth, and said to himself, in my opinion, that between drinking black beer and becoming obese, if there is any causal law, it is really hell.

There are now four people in the carriage. The fishskin sac hanging from the coat hook is no longer terrible. I ate the six hundred and sixty-sixth egg skin, and looked out the window with satisfaction, the interior light was sufficient, the outside was very dark, nothing could be seen, only the inside of the carriage could be seen, and one of my faces, it lost half of its color, half of its brightness, and half of its transparency. I blinked my eyes and reminded myself that this was nothing more than a matter of living the world.

"You know, restoring everything to life, to the convention, to the way it is, is the reason for our depravity." Katz spoke: "No one insists that this is the way it should be, everything is what it is, the reason why the phenomenal government is evil is not because it is really evil, but because we have agreed that it is evil, so we have lost the basis of criticism of the government, so we choose self-exile, but you see, how many people realize this of these self-exiles." ”

"I admit that self-exile is just a fad for me." Hume responded honestly.

"Choosing self-exile is a form of criticism, because it can also be constructed as a set of truths, and I believe it belongs to the fruit of truth." Davidson had to refute everything: "In the same way, for the proposition that 'security prevails over everything,' it is absurd to point out its logical absurdity with paradox, and for that China, which we imagine, their peoples have agreed upon to fully approve of this proposition, and what you should study should be their set of truths, not the logical flaws of this proposition under artificial grammar." ”

"What about Hermephrodite?" He and she neither reduce language to life, nor oxidize life to language, as the only intersex person in the phenomenal world, he • she and who are going to agree on the truth of intersex people? Who did he and she go to symbolize masturbation into meaning? How is it possible for a single set in the sense of set theory to find two elements in that set by means? An independent and complete wife philosopher, the meaning of his self-exile, can we imperfect philosophers really reach a consensus that overlaps with him? "My counterattack was directed against all of them.

"But he and she were blown away."

"If you can't answer, he and she'll have to be blown away." My cold breath felt like I was talking to myself at the same time. As the carriage shook, the fish skin sac loosened at this moment, and Duoduosong's head rolled out mischievously and fell on Katz's sitting leg, frightening him to the spot and turning pale and passing out.

I quickly put away my head and found that Davidson and Hume were also all frightened and fainted.

I was alone in front of this fish skin sac with its head. Under the dim fluorescent lights of the carriage, I gradually lost the courage to face it.

After staying for about ten seconds, I made up my mind violently, opened the car window, grabbed the fish skin sac, and threw it out. It was snowy outside. I saw the fluttering gray figure of Hermephrodite rolling in the air with the wind, and he and she reached for the fish skin sac, and then disappeared. The night sky was cloudy, and I couldn't see any of the stars in the constellation Ursa Major, only the essence of the sky, in the form of snowflakes, which made me panic. (To be continued)

Seven grids

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