So our small child pointing to a rock is told that it
is called “rock.” The
rock exists now as both a rock and as the idea ‘rock.’
Our child bends down to pick it up, but we say no,
no, we must carry away only its idea::::or, perhaps we are
friendly, and allow our child to slip the rock in his
pocket, so our child can carry both the thing and the idea,
so that the relationship between the two is less
strange::::but no, no, we command our child to toss the rock
away and shaking our finger at him declare that it was not a
rock at all, we made a mistake, that we have no idea what it
was and that it must be completely forgotten::::Erase all
memory of it!
Then next time we are out our small child points to a
rock, and is told that it is called “rock”…
Once our child has grown to the age of verbal
communication, after having grown in to it with this
continual denial of name-giving and sharpened ability to
forget things wholly::::he has no labels to place on
objects, no words to describe things, and no memory of ever
having been interested in things to begin with.
What exists in his mind instead is an all
encompassing poetry::::which, for example, could finally
explain to us the workings of the soul::::but in a language
we could never hope to understand, which penetrates.
All we would be able to grasp is the notion of
denial.