This is a ladder.
To be a table.
My propositions serve as elucidations in the following way: anyone who understands me eventually recognizes them as nonsensical, when he has used them – as steps – to climb up beyond them. (He must, so to speak, throw away the ladder after he has climbed up it.)
- Wittgenstein, Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus
I have still to figure out who I am speaking to when I am thinking. Reflection requires distance and light. To understand is not to move my furniture around, not that I haven’t tried, to push a table afar from anything and contemplate on what a table is when I am the table and nothing is around. It is just as well to contemplate what solitude is when one is solitude.