Picture theory of language and the origins of self in encountering the breast

Wittgenstein (from of course the Tractatus): “… thereof one must be silent”

I did not take that as an ultimatum, “shut up.” Rather I read it as a challenge. I read it as “communicate your metaphysics, specifically your exploration of 'ethics,' in another way.” I’m visually inclined, so of course I was going to hear it in that way.

Picture theory…

If you intend to defend a picture theory of language you must attempt to construct such a language as if this attempt indeed were its origin, not that such a language already exists. But it must be constructed with a numinous (“the world is independent of my will”L.W.) attitude toward the future prospect of it, such as from the beginning as human consciousness would have perhaps have feared first, encountering the echo, and embraced much later (“the world must thereby become quite another" L. W.), the idea of communicating only now without utterance - not just as a child learns gestures from its parents. It may therefore have some correspondences to sign language, but I suspect more to be discovered from universal shapes of events and objects as they occur in all of the observable, studied or discounted, world. But let us assume that our bodies of knowledge today are out of sync as it were, missing the functional links between these disciplines. We must ask is there a universal shape that dissects, and illuminates, from all of these discussions at once and in the same manner. Can we shed our limited specialized views long enough to see whether this is what for some disguises picture theory as personal and absurd, or metaphysics through logic as a dead end?

And so let us ponder what might be the first instance of a self’s recurrent “thou shalt____ because ____”? The suck of air? A sweetness passed from an approaching plane of softness to the greater echo of the sucking. And the anticipation of a favorable response to this more pronounced though reversed sucking (sound). I shall suck harder and get more pleasure… And the stroking… and more of the stroking… The origins of communication are embedded in the experiences of surfaces coming together – in this way closeness validates the utterance, the “I can hear my ‘self’ upon your breast.” And here in this the first image of lingual import must reside: the matrix of penetrating a supple transecting plane. Perhaps here too can be found the paradigms of many origins. The penetration of light waves through the surface of a body of terrestrial liquid- thus perhaps we inherited the helix as our first ladder (where upon to stand and now have the arrogance to have patented it…). Sound itself, at least human utterance, depends upon a penetration through a supple plane, the vocal cords. I could go on, I suppose. But here I will stop… for a human measure of time, for here I think I have shown in brief that the above encounter represents an ideal, a primary picture of conjunction of "fact" and "proposition" into a kind of continuum that can easily cease if the draw were not kept at a rate consistently corresponding to increased satisfaction.