Hungry for an omlette

All I can say is wow! Thom Hartman had it completely right when he said that Peirce had created a life-changing book. "A Crack in the Cosmic Egg" should be the anthem of the non-conformist. Unfortunately, shitty pop-punk songs have taken its throne and left it destitute.
Just the first three chapters are filled with heavy and at times, overly engaging tidbits to think about and ponder. (disclaimer - avoid reading with a cigerette in hand as one may be tempted to do the utterly insane!) I felt at times like i was standing on the brink, begging to jump in and wallow in the stuff of truly independent thought and action. Unfortunately, i was often shakled to the shore of reason by the omnipresent dry delivery of Pierce. Had he took a more layman's route with his langauge choice, maybe there would be far fewer people listening to Slipknot in bondage pants who think they are truly the only one capable of divergent thought.
But Chapter one had an incredable reference to our use (and relience upon) language - "Our inherited representation, our worldview, is a language made affair."(Pearce, 6) This innocent and innocous statement, like a whisper amongst the shouting that makes up chapter one, struck me more than any other in the 60 odd pages read so far.
To think our reality is so relient on our ability to lable, to communicate an object or an idea with a certainty that the person recieving the message will understand exactly what we are trying to get across. And even more humbling thought is what happens when the message is misunderstood. People can get hurt or killed because misinterprated what another was saying. If language doesn't form our reality, nothing does.