Clearing the Mud from the Water
by Witty Ludwig
The first thing to say is that this is all very new to me; blogging, I mean. The reason I have jumped into this was because I had the misfortune of encountering this monstrosity:
The second thing to say, at this point, is that I have very strong views on religion, deism, belief, ethics, and above all, language. And what, ultimately, I take issue with is how people use language to express themselves regarding religion, deism, etc..
The above link provides good examples of people– not just the author, who is a very particular sort of person that I will touch upon another time– who are gripped in a fundamental confusion caused by misunderstanding the grammar of language. By this, I mean philosophical grammar as opposed to everyday syntax.
I rarely, if ever, get involved in engaging with the authors of such drivel; however, the fury it sparks in me does have the benefit of occasionally firing up my philosophical inclinations, which otherwise come sporadically and are few and far between. When they do come, I sometimes jot my thoughts down for my own personal reference at a later date.
On one occasion, a friend, who was experimenting with an internet project / magazine / web-zine(?), asked if he could use something I had written just to try and generate some interest. For this, http://so.andso.co/issue/2 and http://so.andso.co/issue/6 happened.
I think it’s important to provide those links as they summarise my views quite well– the result of an argument I had in a pub with someone almost a year ago to the day now.
My intention is occasionally to type down some of my ‘philosophical’ musings but, more importantly, to provide a platform for me to address and discuss some of the confusions I feel I’m witness to in my day to day meanderings. This format also has the added benefit that, should anyone be so inclined, people can comment on these thoughts and, should they criticise me in any way, one of two positives will occur: either I will see where I need to clarify the expression of the idea; or, I will see where corrections need to be made.
I should also add, and soon it will become sickeningly apparent, I am obsessed with the writings of Ludwig Wittgenstein and feel, whether rightly or wrongly, that I am at least one fly that found its way out of the fly-bottle.