Vorab: Wer hier Wittgenstein besprochen lesen möchte, liest lieber nicht weiter, wird enttäuscht sein. In dieser Kolumne breite ich nicht von dem aus, was es zu dieser Feststellung Wittgensteins Satz 5.6. auf Seite 118 seiner Logisch-philosophischen Abhandlung (tractatus logico-philosophicus) zu lesen, auszuführen gibt. Lediglich von dem, was mich an diesem Satz fasziniert, vielleicht, weil ich von meinem Schreiben darin wiederfinde, wiederzufinden meine.
Meine Sprache.
Grenzen meiner Sprache
Meine Welt.
Grenzen meiner Welt.
Die Grenzen meines Goldfischglases.
Meine Sprache, das ist nicht allein das Deutsche, ist nicht allein die deutsche. Meine Sprache ist mehr. Mehr als the English in it, the Dutch, Low German, Bavarian, the little French that Dagbani. With each line I crossed, the son of a farm equipment fitter you have many of them around and in front of him grew, my world, my language grew. With each new career grew my world, my language has grown, with each man, each new encounter. Yes, with each withdrawal grew my world, my language grew.
And yet - any language consists of sounds, characters that are found for word. To the word, because every word is a place at the same time. This poetic internal meaning is a special feature of my mother tongue German: word - that means space. There is only room where something to circumscribe exists and that which is bounded by word that space is ... Yes, what?
meaning? No. To prove this one does not need to try to Schulz von Thun. The significance lies not in the word. Does not the room. The space does what people put in, the potential not know what they are set into the situation but would be.
win over the people, the word, actually help construct and dimensionless, at least three-dimensional, bounded idea.
And the more those spaces to fit together and caused more long-range, complex worlds within which the thinking things can move freely: alone. Since language is something that one Up to a few pleasurable, or even tragic exceptions remains relatively long occur in the long run of a lifetime limited worlds.
"The limits of my language mean the limits of my world"
I this proposition may not only because it confirms to me within my imagination to be captured and communicate within the boundaries of my property myself to - I can him because he me showing how to open up about the language and worlds, worlds open up. Chance encounter. Their own language and that of another. For
- a smart young woman told me that words are signs, language is a system - do not show the words (signs), where the limits of our capacity on the one hand and the limits of our expression on the other side? The system language can not spread freely - in every one of us finds it borders.
Whether this is the native language, or whether it opens up to foreign languages \u200b\u200bto new worlds, even virtual as that of the Klingons, the Elvish Tolkien - "how far one" or whether it is simply shown, and talk but, see, think.
With every word that I draw, with each new meaning which I give a sign of the familiar in addition been able to grow my world from me to me (and others).
What is behind the word is not always unspeakably or even unknown. The word is a sign that the language system.
What is behind the word, behind the language - System Error, Windows shutting down - the system makes window shapes language, its own ...
a fish bowl in the other ...
The limits of my language mean the limits of my world - Good day, Savant, I can not get over it ... Will I ever go further?
Ludwig Janssen 03/02/2011
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