The Finality of All Things

This is for my final exam, Sir…

STRUCTURALISM-Essay

A Word In Time

   This world is a world of words, created from nothing, longing for memory, stopping once and them moving forth with each thought that is born with Father Ink and Mother Hand.

   With each sweep over paper, each a, an, the, with and but, so we say that there is more to the period that ends this sentence.

   There is more to what I am saying and to what you are reading. We are taking the world by sway, through humble and proud tidbits of what we think is and that which we think is not.

   And as much as we create these our worlds, we destroy them-with a word we begin and end it all. This then, is the power of words-words that don reality or fantasy or a mix of both-words that form regardless of the idea of passive and active.

   This is a truth I can’t let go of, for as I write this now and as you follow me, you will see that I have created that which is seemingly inconcrete -I have sculpted wispy thoughts into something solid. My thoughts come to life, structured but also free, frolicking in the hot air balloon that is my mind,  ideas wondering free but also into their rightful places-molded into letters, words, phrases, sentences, paragraphs, articles.

   These my words are free to fly but they are closer to earth and not far from the heavens either. Here I retain my stardust-a human becomes a celestial being, holding all in limbo until he makes written works his or her own and displays them gallantly in the sky. The writer rules the world of thought.

   Because even though I may now say so much, I may actually mean so little or say so little but intend to say so much. Words help us decide-each word is already a decision and in true fashion, it is for each one of us to decide how the mechanism constricts us-or leaves us virtually free. What do you think? I want you to tell me in your own way-with what ever symbols to produce whatever takes the form of your thoughts-these thoughts that make words that create and destroy, die and come back to life again to rebuild everything around us. 

   This world is my word-a way of saying that a world is created from words and that words are created from words themselves, interlocking dependence essentially. The world is a word made

                                       from what you choose

                                       from what they choose

                                       from what I choose

                                                                                 and what we don’t.

   This is to our worlds…worlds of words and words of worlds.

   Note: In structuralism, a signified does not naturally go hand in hand with a signifier-each choice attaching a particular meaning to a particular concept is virtually brought on by choice and such choice is also affected by time and culture. Language is structured to a certain extent but it is also free within a structure-the use of language can be manipulated in numerous ways and in this manner alone, proves such a point. There are numerous symbolic combinations that create words brought about by the eternal possibilities of thought and sound. This is the wonder of language-that which is structured is also flexible and versatile.