There may be emerging another world than the world of work and it's binary opposition, which is said to be sleep like death and dreamed fiction. Neither wakeful nor sleeping, as indicated by their common prefix of negation, 'a-' (or 'an-' before a vowel) in the stative tense or season. Prefixed to verbs it suggests the continuation or enduring, as in "I'm a'walking", meaning of course, undergoing a transformation, a'way from a static norm toward which direction or end is not essential unless we have in mind a state of ambiguity. In Japanese, the suffix 'ne' only negates affirmation. It's not a positive response like yes or no, it just turns the preceding prima facie statement into an invitation like the canadian "eh?".
The really (negative) answer we would translate "no" is spelled "Ie", and pronounced like we would emotively say "yeah". You can see the difference: in other words the former question is merely an offering, tender, unlike the negative pronouncement which must always be down deep a positive affirmation. Rendered in Japanese, to "really" ask a question like que? is to suffix the former seemly affirmation with -ka, okay? For example, where we might say "It is!" (or 'tis – in niponese 'desu' – and the 'u' is mostly silent), instead of switching front to back like english speakers might have said ("Is it?" – when some athabascan speakers say "innit?", what they really mean is "ne?") in niponese one merely juxtaposes -ka (des(u)ka). In words like kaboom, the ka means getting from here to there without transcending the intervening space, as if a catalyzing cataplism going from ice to steam without experiencing intervening water. It may be a leap or merely an unexpected arrival. Capitalism gets someone else to do it for you, on the same basis of slaves providing for an archaic greek democracy coming soon to a theatre near you. That's what we are afraid of!
On this analogy, to be awake is no all-night party over a corpse. Or is it? You're supposed to be alert and attentive to detail, the proverbial opposite of being in a coffin and no laughing matter though it may take volumes of caffeine and not a little subdued coughing just to clear your throat or attract another's attention as if it was Tinkerbell's mirror in your eye or way too much mascara. Too easy we mistake the hidden plan with a coming massacre. Perhaps it should have been expressed or answered with a cackle – isn't that what's intended when there's a twinkle in the aye? In and out of any interrogation it may just be a slap in the face or figuratively, a whackin' on the too inquisitive behind.
asleep (adj.)
c.1200, aslepe, o slæpe, from Old English on slæpe (see sleep). The parallel form on sleep continued until c.1550. Of limbs, from late 14c. Meaning "inattentive, off guard" is from mid-14c.
awake (adj.)
"not asleep," c.1300, shortened from awaken, past participle of Old English awæcnan (see awaken).
If not for an original word play, what is criticized today as colloquial, anomalous or mere and childly, of insufficient analysis to resurrect some teleology, I would say "how else" can the waking world of work be justified by functionalists as "how the world works", established by the WORD which in olden times 'twas said "god given'? Unwilling to time-travel that far back, science is still satisfied with the law as wholly representative, that is they've only added a great big 'W' to what was formerly called "holy". Both forgot the more ancient central tree which in europe during solstice-time simply was a holly. You can look it up in hist'ry books, it's not my word, the language told me!
But still, what of that other world I said might be emerging? The language only says it might have been before us. Psychiatrists have a pill and will call it simply madness. Punch the clock or let it fly and you've transcended space and time. You could say the men with electric prods and butterfly nets are only there for your assistance if you're stuck or cataplexic in a hole, despite their own obsessive stand against a counter movement, especially clockworks running out from their control.
Sometimes it's just for show, like when chased by charioteers throwing sticks and stones behind their errant spears at comrade-leader moses, it was the plain-speakers demanding clarity who interpreted the flowery metaphor of boating 'cross the deep red sea, who thereafter shouting "It's a miracle!" or on any other hand is "scientifically infeasible!". Perhaps concentrating on precision and clarity in effort to diagram reality or pinpoint any holes in speech will either miss the boat entirely or puncture the hull and sink it. More than one ambitious nimrod has been swamped by others wakes.
A wake is just the water's ripples traveling long behind you. It is the water's memory as if to say only the present can induce or reveal the past or be possessed by it. The wake behind cannot occur until you part the water – it's harmonic. If there's a goal or destination, the future's had to happen before you can find it. Not fate or destiny which is totally euclidean, we're talking mimicry, like when the parrot says what goes around comes around, unaware that in all this commonality nothing is the same, or some old greeks who thought the future sneaks up and kicks you in the ass, sometimes from quite a ways behind.
Discovered irony is just a clue the world is funny that way. A no brainer is that magnets are attracted most to iron. Lacking that floating in water or upon Spring they head north. Without regard to jeans or things genetic, it's in your blood until you're out of it and in this way pathetic. So when loved ones died, the irish threw a party but everybody cries for dears departed. It just proves the spectacle's the same, independent of emotion – one can take it or leave it. Like underlying meatly meets and mealy meals and malignant malls, one really lasting question concerns what's to eat for energy to do what's next and that's what Bergson called transgenerationally maintaining life's duration. But heed your taste, they'll call you hedonistic. Old mariners have dreams of mountains and never want a burial at sea, and not for want of freedom from oppression – it's just nice to get a change of scenery. Our native fondness for water should be a clue that for such as us and killer whales, sustained immersion must be interspersed with leaps for air and room for breathing. For some it seems, however, there's never any pleasing.
It may be once upon a time a trance was never needed for some dreaming. But that's when all the critters on the earth communicated and we were not excluded. Now we sleep, ingest barbiturates or 'poison' mushrooms to gain barbarian experiences and when we try to relate, it's called fiction, but only if we're lucky. It means they really lied, appearing tolerant, and our discourse never really was invited. But there's just so much word play can be had, how could any disregard it as irrelevant or bad? Really? I would think it evidence that play is what is primary, and that's a process you can't take to any bank for future spending. As some mended alcoholic once was heard to say, "if you ever want to keep it, you've got to give it away".
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