Growing up // Still learning: Something simple
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^ Isn’t it weird to look at that one line of letters and realize those 26 markings make up our entire language? Within those 26 letters, our whole world can be described. Those very letters are used to tell of moments we encounter throughout our everyday lives….
What then is truth? A movable host of metaphors, metonymies, and anthropomorphisms: in short, a sum of human relations which have been poetically and rhetorically intensified, transferred, and embellished, and which, after long usage, seem to a people to be fixed, canonical, and binding. Truths are illusions which we have forgotten are illusions - they are metaphors that have become worn out and have been drained of sensuous force, coins which have lost their embossing and are now considered as metal and no longer as coins. We believe that we know something about the things themselves when we speak of trees, colors, snow, and flowers; and yet we possess nothing but metaphors for things - metaphors which correspond in no way to the original entities. -Nietzsche
