Where Ya Been All My Life?

Chapter Nineteen

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“So Abe, are you saying language can’t assign names to those senses because they’re less keen than the ones scarred into us through the tattoos of evolution?”

“Maybe language is more than a scaffold for building concepts? Maybe it’s one of the scaffolds for building new senses.”

“To help pick out impressions from dimensions we can’t name.”

“Universes, Stan. Universes! …If senses just gather hints, and language is part of that hinting system, then maybe music and poetry are too. Especially music. And every new sense-system doesn’t just find new dimensions, they might be building new universes! Infinitely!…Here. Just take the card. I don’t need to see the bill."


“So Abe, are you saying language can’t assign names to those senses because they’re less keen than the ones scarred into us through the tattoos of evolution?”

“Maybe language is more than a scaffold for building concepts? Maybe it’s one of the scaffolds for building new senses.”

“To help pick out impressions from dimensions we can’t name.”

“Universes, Stan. Universes! …If senses just gather hints, and language is part of that hinting system, then maybe music and poetry are too. Especially music. And every new sense-system doesn’t just find new dimensions, they might be building new universes! Infinitely!…Here. Just take the card. I don’t need to see the bill."