Postmodernists seem to think language is everything, so I took up talk about talk. Talk is the model for everything; language is the model of organization. The universe is endless yackety-yak; the elements of the universe as we understand them are all talking systematically. Each element is determined by its respective system hence each individual is specified by its complex relation with other elements.
Good postmodernists must remember that signs do not refer to the real world but are merely reflexes of the flexible system. In fact, there is no real world for there is no Reality. And, without Reality for statements to correspond to, there is no Truth.
The Universe is not a unity or singular entity with its own independent essence, but is a discombobulated universe of various canons or systems of "discourse". Strictly speaking, the universe is just a speech of speeches without a Speaker. Anyone who dares to speak the Universe is a fool or a liar. However, if he is a bigot with a system, postmodernists cannot but admire him as an Other who has a canon of discourse, for they love the authority they hate.
In other words, there is no such thing as the Truth. Words like "Truth", "Nature", "Reality", are weasel words, lies implying that transcendental values exist. That is to say, only the particulars or elements of systems exist.
Welcome back to the temporal and spatial finitude modern people fought so long and hard to transcend. So long to Liberty at the end of the historical road, so long to Oz at the end of the yellow brick one. Welcome to Logos as a system without a wise God. Say hello to a postmodern idol, to discourses, or systemic linguistic practices which are not just our everyday verbalizations, but everything we do.
By analogy, everything of human value is a sign of a discursive system. As we speak, the elements of Chicago are carrying on a robust Midwestern conversation with its residents if not its cattle and great lake. Within that urban complex, professors of sociology at the University of Chicago are firing their canon of discourse, perhaps at the reproductive canon of discourse in rural Illinois.
Initially taken in by postmodernism, I tried to be cool. I practiced putting down the supposedly Western way of thinking, which is, of course, the hard way, the rigid, phallic way. However, when doing just that, I erected my thinking above thinking itself in the same old despised way! I grew increasingly cynical about the postmodern canon of discourse - it seemed to be shooting its mouth off to get a reaction - it seemed to be making trouble just to blame it on its neoteric forefathers, biting every hand that fed it.
I found very little original thinking in the postmodern camp populated by interpretations of interpretations of interpretations instead of by human beings. Postmodernists believe man is dead, buried in structural systems to which he constantly adjusts. But the postmodern structures are inane conceits. Thus postmodernists are left with a pseudo-science too arid to be ugly. Everything talked about had been talked about before so many times that it seemed like the graves had been picked clean of everything including the bones, and that we were just talking about some crazy talking technique neither we nor its inventor understood because it is actually an anti-technique.