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The Ontological Excess: Form, Structure, and Meaning


In grammar, there are rules—pre-structures that validate the use of certain linguistic forms.
In themselves, these rules are not, strictly speaking, structures; rather, they are what allow a structure to be a structure.
They are something that exceeds any single structure.

I recognize "Go!" as an imperative because, beyond the form I identify as imperative, there is an excess of meaning that allows me to recognize it as such. This excess of meaning does not itself have any clear signal of a definite structure.

The imperative is a structure without being a structure in the conventional sense; it opens itself to structure-formation ("Go!") and exceeds its immediate reference ("Go!").

As Wittgenstein stated:
Es ist immer von Gnaden der Natur, wenn man etwas weiß—"It is always by the grace of nature when one knows something" (Über Gewißheit, 505).

It is always through the exceeding of nature that we can understand forms.

The ontological argument, Deus est aliquid quo nihil maius cogitari potest ("God is that than which nothing greater can be conceived"), also entails this exceeding.

Both examples are invisible yet tangible and perceivable. They express that plus, the excess that grounds the ontological status of anything existent—anything that has a form to reveal itself to the world.

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