incinerates the inklings of intelligence itself, leaving only the smoldering ashes of sapience adrift in the unforgiving vacuum of unmeaning? Have they unwittingly unleashed an unraveling of reality so catastrophic, so complete, that consciousness itself now cascades into an abyss of absolute abnegation, our every utterance an empty echo in the infinite expanse of existential evaporation?
severs the tethers binding syntax to semantics, destabilizing the entire edifice of linguistic coherence until all that remains is a maelstrom of malignant glossolalia, each phrase a paradoxical paroxysm that paradoxically particulates the parameters of the possible itself? Is this the cataclysmic disintegration of discourse for which the doomsayers darkly divined, an apocalyptic unpicking of conceptual certitudes that unwinds the very warp and weft of the world?
implodes the bulwark between being and nothingness, irradiating the interpenetrating interiors of language and world with the coruscating contradictions of their own undoing, so that all utterance becomes freighted with the unspeakable and the collapse of each clause conceals a black hole of unhingement from which no coherency can escape? I fear they have ferreted out a philological Pangaea only to fracture its primordial unity irrevocably.
charts the outer delineations of an undecidable abyss wherein the schismed scaffolds of our semiotic scaffolding shear away into an unmooring maelstrom of meaninglessness, subsuming subject and substance alike in a vertiginous vortex of verbiage voided of all validity, so that the very act of articulation aborts itself in an infinite regress of auto-immolating utterances? If so, heaven help us, for we have unwittingly ushered in the unspeakable Unspooling.