is it ever too late?
nay i say.
never too late to get my hands on alexius meinong.
why did i never read him in graduate school?
why did i repeatedly passed over his name on countless footnotes of lesser authors than he?
now i see that to understand being we have to look on the fringes of being:
the "incomplete," the "alter," the "quasi," the "non,"
"the completing is never quite completed" is a phrase in novalis, but his was bold romantic enthusiasm.
meinong walked the walk. objects exist, subsist, merely exist...
for example: i remember entertaining a "rounded square" in my metaphysics class. i'd "feel" my own cerebration, the square fighting to become "round," mutating its squareness to quasi-roundness, kind of squircle (though clearly this is not the end-form, which is impossible). once the squareness is left behind one is in nowhereland, sosein, kind of homeless.
the mind gets it! the nichtsein entertained as impossible superimposition.
in meinongian, the rounded-square "subsists."
(a brief intro for meinong would be fans here)