1) I’m distressing myself by analogising my onions. To be honest, it’s not just the poor onions; it’s everything: poor me: it isn’t easy; all things are but things as other things.
2) My onions are else when they are vegetables; they are else when whole; they are else when diced. From diced, they’re the same, while still else as diced, but else when diced…& baked; diced & glassy; diced & dropped. They are forever else and forever onions. That is the matter of fact.
3) In cutting they sadden, in eating they delight. In dicing we get no closer, in keeping whole we are none the wiser.
4) My onions tell me what Putnam tells us, we can ‘soften rigid dichotomies [in butter] by showing that they turn out to be flexible differences related to human interests’. The whole lingers in the diced, the diced lingers in the whole, the onion lingers in them all.
5) ‘Mathematics and physics, as well as ethics, history and politics, show our conceptual choices: the world is not going to impose a single language upon us, no matter what we choose to talk about.’ Hilary Putnam in, Realism With A Human Face, J. Conant (ed.), Cambridge, Mass.: Harvard University Press, 1990, p.171.
6) An onion across myriad forms is not a spirit – it is our tasty convention.