Semantics are fascinating to me. By semantics here I mean in essence, the attachment of labels to anything. Culture emerges in the expression of, and prior and subsequent discussion of, semantics. The things we say, about the world we see.

But semantics are also an abstraction, at once they both connect us to the world, to our understanding of the world, and they separate us from it.

Platonic Idealism is rooted in this. Here in the world we are limited to abstractions, we can only glimpse at the extraordinary durability of ideas, which so far exceeds our own as to be almost incomprehensible.