If we regard time linguistically as a network of semantic moments, a labyrinth that is fundamental to yet independent of chronological superstructuring, we enter a training ground in which we are invited, like children, to devise our own grammar before anybody attempts to teach it to us. In encountering an event, we are stopped like glottal resistance points in a speech performance. These resistances must be digested, the deep structure meaning absorbed like a cough drop in the mouth. Eventually a rhythm emerges from the irregular swoops of hovering intelligence. Spherical music unfolds from the luminous arcs that describe the landscape of event structures. It is a feast of total comprehension, as we sink our temporal lobes into the momentous essence, tunneling through the data-rich loam of depth understanding.
