"... two men could be just alike in all their dispositions to verbal behavior under all possible sensory stimulations, and yet the meanings or ideas expressed in their identically triggered and identically sounding utterances could diverge radically, for the two men, in a wide range of cases." -- Willard Van Orman Quine
"Reflection on dirt involves reflection on the relation of order to disorder, being to non-being, form to formlessness, life to death." -- Mary Douglas
The Midden Hill: A stratification of civilization's detritus, excretions -- cast-offs of living and dying over millennia, a psychic pyre of fears, disappointments, failures. Dark secrets. It must be guarded from interlopers, those who would disrupt, unleash.
But what happens when the chaotic effluent enters the bloodstream? Where then is the boundary between being and non-being? Order and chaos?
From the Midden arises New Man?
"The totality of our so-called knowledge or beliefs, from the most casual matters of geography and history to the profoundest laws of atomic physics or even of pure mathematics and logic, is a man-made fabric which impinges on experience only along the edges." -- Willard Van Orman Quine
I don't know who was higher: me while reading this or the author while writing it. Unless he's one of those straight edgers who writes like a schizo for funsies. I just know there was a lot of weeds in this. They grow. They get picked. They get rolled into bundles shaped like barrels. It never mentioned that people would smoke them but I'm assuming it happened in-between the chapters. Another weird one from Schism 2.