Wittgenstein: P.I., #1

Lines snatched from a page of Wittgenstein’s Philosophical Investigations

Now he paints the chairs,
I said, “yellow,” he paints blue.
And now I say: “Quite right!
That’s what it looks like.”

Our question in one’s head.
One ought to ask, not want
imagination.

Essence is expressed in
anything, theology as
grammar.

The matter couldn’t object,
we yield to the temptation
to read silently.