Again, my interest started searching into “rhetoric.” I am sure what I am looking at is a sort of structure of linguistic events in the same way as how I try to find structures in my own experiences. The question is what sort of structure I am looking at.
I am not sure if this is related to my tendency to search “structure” but I find myself obsessed with some sorts of remains of life, mainly bones and seashells. When I was walking in Año Nuevo national (state?) park, I found a big skull of probably a sea-lion. I wanted to bring it back home, but my “ethics” prohibited that and I hid the skull in the shade under bush. Stupidly grumbling in my head, I still think about the skull. Why is it? Why should I own it? Owning is such a fundamental desire for very tedious practicality. There is no pragmatic purpose at all… for most possessive desire… with which I feel like I should start somehow reconcile.
