tractatus logico philosophicus

The sense of the world must lie outside the world. In the world
everything is as it is, and everything happens as it does happen: in it no value exists–and if it did exist, it would have no value. If there is any value that does have value, it must lie outside the whole sphere of what happens and is the case. For all that happens and is the case is
accidental. What makes it non-accidental cannot lie within the world, since if it did it would itself be accidental. It must lie outside the world. [6.41]
— 
Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus, Ludwig Wittgenstein
Thinking about limits

5.6 The limits of my language mean the limits of my world.

5.61 Logic pervades the world: the limits of the world are also its limits.

5.632 The subject does not belong to the world: rather, it is a limit of the world.

Ludwig Wittgenstein (Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus)


If the limit discovered by rebellion transfigures everything, if every thought, every action that goes beyond a certain point negates itself, there is, in fact, a measure by which to judge events and men.

Albert Camus (’Moderation and Excess’ in The Rebel)

The general form of propositions is this: “This is how things are.”–That is the kind of proposition that one repeats to oneself countless times. One thinks that one is tracing the outline of the thing’s nature over and over again, and one is merely tracing round the frame through which we look at it.
—  Ludwig Wittgenstein, Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus
Brooklyn, 27/7/12

There is nobody at the window in the painting of the house, by the way.

I have now concluded that what I believed to be a person is a shadow.

If it is not a shadow, it is perhaps a curtain.

As a matter of fact it could actually be nothing more than an attempt to imply depths, within the room.

Although in a manner of speaking all that is really in the window is burnt sienna pigment. And some yellow ochre.

In fact there is no window either, in that same manner of speaking, but only shape.

So that any few speculations I may have made about the person at the window would therefore now appear to be rendered meaningless, obviously.

Unless of course I subsequently become convinced that there is somebody at the window all over again.

I have put that badly.

–David Markson, Wittgenstein’s Mistress