bedtime story in Cognito

First, a few meaningless statements:
1. Every human being is worthwhile.
2. My dog understands me.
3. My brother understands me.

These are not false statements. They're Meaningless. The proof is that their negations are absurd -- not false.

Check it: No human being is worthwhile. Or even: I saw a human at the farmers market who was not worthwhile.
Silly, huh?
or My dog does not understand me. Here however is a similar but meaningful statement -- and a true one: My dog does not understand me when I say "Je t'aime beaucoup mon petit." When I say "Treat." of course all the dogs "understand" something by that. On this I tend to be a behaviorist though. They go to where the treat should be. If this is understanding, so be it. Not much to it though.
or even the negation of 3.-- My brother doesn't understand me. Now this is not the Russell/Strawson/whoever problem (that I actually have no brother). The problem is that people just don't understand other people. Not really. They can guess. And we do guess.
From the things that are real in our lives:
Fun, fear, money (much misunderstood and oft maligned yet real), music, dance, tax documents. eyeballs, genitals.
My mother does not understand me. It is too big of an undertaking for her. Actually I was her undertaker. I scattered her (purported) ashes (It was Georgia, 2001)...I think lust and chemicals are fairly real too, and tempos are very real to me. And I can build meaning out of these things. Little meanings. Faster, slower, dragging, rushing.

Once upon a time there was a hairy beast who lived in the woods on top of lots of limestone with barkers and lizards.
There was a pool, but no one ever swam in it on purpose. Only by accident. Every single day, the sun rose behind the trees and eventually over the pool. Then later it set and things got dark. No matter how many times the sun did its routine, the hairy beast could not understand it. Though he would have been shocked had the routine been suddenly altered. There also might be worldwide panic. Maybe there already is.

Electronic French devices speak hourly in the beast's house. Someday maybe these devices will swim in the pool. The beast works for a living, enjoys his work, enjoys his co-workers, but they don't understand him. They would say they care about him, some would say "deeply", but that only works when they actually take the next step and care for him. This may or may not be what co-workers are supposed to do. And the whole discussion is vague at best. However: The beast does his best to care for the people in his life. But he doesn't understand them, and he has resolved not to waste too much energy trying to. Since he figured out that there can be no such understanding.

And that it will take his long wonderful life for him to not even come close to understanding himself. He can try to like himself. Perhaps starting in D major and working around the circle of fifths. Accidentally. In this, meaning.