Dare Existence
Be Trapped in an Experience?
One lies sitting in a strange but not uncomfortable position when defined by experience, at an airport.
The resolute danger of the freakish part of self is still and in awe. The X-bar schemata has nothing to say to this gargantuan feel of eternity. And yet sublimity. True vastness is always sublime. Every sunset, every single sunset, is sublime and subtle.
Today, it decided to rain. And teem with evening. Other people resume with picking up the expensive Diors and staring at me through their expensive and Italian pair of glasses. Some go on to give impression of their texting Short messages. Some abandon veneer and prefer to pick their nose, in an elegantly airportly manner. Some smile with royal consonance. Those exploring their noses have elegant bags, full of shortbread, naturally Scottish, pastries. Others simply cannot escape their being bored. And exhausted.
But what is so exhausting? Perchance the cosmic pressure of flying. Perchance doing Inflectional Phrases, like I do. Perhaps it is a mix of both. Perchance neither. One never knows, until discovering the meaning. And meaning is what I study. What I read. And write about.
God bless meaning. Now I see how meaningful it is to realise the meaninglessness. Meaningfulness? Beyond Frege!
By now, people have begun to stare at me. With awe. And surprise. Some are simply surprised by the shining apple logo I have on the back. I dare even wear one on the front. And even on the side
Oh, I see now, why their persevere to stare at My Own Self. They stare because I have no shoes on. No, I have only stripped, well-striped, socks off my feet that lay crossed below my lap. But no, I am not The Dane. Some no longer stare. But it is no comfortable here, shoes constrain me. Severly. Well, not severely, but to an extent. Blessed be meaningful constraints.
Last call to Gaul. Is that what she said.? Gaul? I doubt there is still such a place as Gaul. And I further doubt that Gauls would be the ones being the City keepers. It should (have) be(en) a city, with proper City Walls, as Yorke has them. They should role-model City Walls across the world as we know it.
But now, I must go back whence I am from. Go back and seek. Not a better tomorrow. I have that. (I have an intricately ecstatic tomorrow.) I must—want to—go and seek a better today (or at least that dim part of the to-day). A new diachronic definition of My Own Self. I am not so sure about the resultant, I am not so sure about the determinant herself, you see (I do not!). Still, I will not attempt to read Finnegans Wake. Ulysses has awaited long enough. Finnegans may do so even longer my further ages.
People have cleared up by now. Rarely anyone stares at me now. I just might put on my shoes and see the time of my flight. Perhaps not yet. No, not just yet.
I have just changed the position of my feet. Which is cool. And pain-less.
I may stop writing now and go work on my Beyond Axiom Hypothesis. I find myself thinking about the magnitude of some of the ideas I have. I find myself believing in their being great and uncompromising. And fierce. They are so hard to implement. Who would believe me? Most people I know would laugh and be sceptic. Well, skepticism is a start, isn’t it? Yes, I think it’s a lovely start.
Nominalised APs seem to λ-skip a step when it comes to functional application (FA) . Normal Adjuncts – that APs are esentially identified with – encounter a paradigmatic functional application. However, I am not not confident in distinguishing the FA mode with (i) specifiers, (ii) adjuncts, and (iii) complements. Walking to from University into town, I usually pass a shop with a big sign, saying, “Your Local Needs you.” It made think for a while, and this is what I came up with. 
