"My language is the sum total of myself."

"My language is the sum total of myself." Thus Charles Sanders Peirce. I find this impossible to believe for reasons I assign to Charles Sanders Peirce. I suppose if ones inner dialogue was included, then the notion might be true. But since we are talking about language we are assuming a hearer, a community, a point at which myself either becomes meaningless or seeps into the crevices of others in the way that "honor is a scutcheon" or "quality" as Pirsig means it seeps into me. Peirce clearly suggests that the individual has aspects of figmenthood. That we trail off and even that we might one day amalgamate. I think at the end of a long day of cogitation at Arisbe, the conversation might move in such a direction. But then ...

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