This "thought-train," left the station yesterday afternoon... Jim Morrison's Doors, who got their name from Aldous Huxley's "The Doors of Perception," (a description of a Mescaline experience) which was cribbed from William Blake (cleanse the doors of perception and you will see the world as it is: infinite), sang a song called "Break on Through" (to the Other Side). "It's got a good beat, and you can dance to it, so I give it a 95!"
I was wondering about the "other side," thinking about the limits of language, and then, later, reading a screenplay about Wittgenstein, co-written by Derek Jarman, I came across a series of ideas: language as social construct (strait-jacket?!), the limits of our language defines the limits of our world, philosophy is just another "language game," all language games solve problems within the game, but the world (which is all there is) is more than our language, language is a social tool that allows us "see" the world. The lonely, brooding philosopher (think Wittgenstein), is no longer useful, there is no underlying "meaning," only the world which is all there is.
So I'm back at the lakefront, looking at water and sky. It's amazing how we can hypnotise ourselves out of being in a constant state of stupefying wonder..."where did I come from, where am I going, what is this world?" Maybe these questions are beside the point...maybe there is no underlying "point." Wittgenstein's last words: "tell them I had a happy life."