General Ization . . . 4 Star Error .. ToadSpawn, Be Gone! Appendix G
Why is General Ization more horrible to the human experiment and experience than even the grotesqueries of fragment bombs and nerve gas?
General Ization poisons the precious, possibly impeccable, unrepeatable daily life. General Ization is a pusher of lethal illusions.
Metaphysics is the study of what is real. (Epistemology of how do we know? Ethics of what is good?) Generalization is a fundamental metaphysical failure of fact. Not one generalization actually exists. The secret revolting ugly rationales for prejudice all shatter on this reef. Contempt and disdain are bolstered by bold and glittering generalizations.
The truth does lead to a stark, sweet humbleness. The truth is unbearable — and dangerous. But until we dare understand and act in the boggling, singular truth, our actions must be false.
The truth is that there are no giraffes. No fill-in-any-ethnic-slur; no men; no women; no butterflies. There exists only one giraffe plus one giraffe plus one giraffe. No plurals actually exist. No group. All collective nouns are a convenience of the language, a sleight of hand, a legerdebrain. When we act upon them in prejudice or contumely, we act in as great an hallucination as if we had ingested synapse-tangling drugs. General Ization leads us hurtling off cliffs of patriotic propaganda or religious exclusivity or racial prejudice.
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“No plurals exist.” It seems so simple and obvious once you say it, but I have never once thought of it in my life before. I was always swept along by the complete my own skin fit of my language ever since I can remember. Since you said it, life is leaping at me in an individuality that is almost electrifying.
It's like you made a knight's move on the language. Well-played, pogblog.