One of my professors (in discussing critical theory) mentioned again that the basis of language is difference. I know, I know, this concept has been around since the first survey literature course taken in freshman year. The thing is, today it seemed like all constructed systems (psychoanalysis, science, etc) are based upon difference and, still further, the interpretation of difference. This has led me to a whole framework in which to interpret reality and, I believe, a really good paper to submit to a philosophical publication. It's all very exciting. I've been bereft of inspiration in terms of writing (hence the two week hiatus from this blog), and now I feel it springing forth in droves. Isn't it amazing how some new idea or, in this case, an old idea seen in a new way can make all the difference? (Pun intended).
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| TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, | |
| And sorry I could not travel both | |
| And be one traveler, long I stood | |
| And looked down one as far as I could | |
| To where it bent in the undergrowth; | 5 |
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| Then took the other, as just as fair, | |
| And having perhaps the better claim, | |
| Because it was grassy and wanted wear; | |
| Though as for that the passing there | |
| Had worn them really about the same, | 10 |
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| And both that morning equally lay | |
| In leaves no step had trodden black. | |
| Oh, I kept the first for another day! | |
| Yet knowing how way leads on to way, | |
| I doubted if I should ever come back. | 15 |
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| I shall be telling this with a sigh | |
| Somewhere ages and ages hence: | |
| Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— | |
| I took the one less traveled by, | |
| And that has made all the difference. | 20 |
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- Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920. [http://www.bartleby.com/119/1.html]
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