The pain of inhabiting this body
and the pleasure of inhabiting this body
are equally signs of life.
Is life itself a sign?
Who reads it? Why?
The universe of meaning
is only one of the three.
In the one there is no other.
In the other there is x.
In the third you can say something.
It might even be true, for all we know.
I very much like this. It reads like a poem. And your comment on the Three Universes (from the NA, EP2:435, 1908) which you linked to is essential to remember, I think.
“Even in that same essay, Peirce’s definition of the word experience as ‘brutally produced’ emphasizes the element of Secondness. But in the appearing of ordinary phenomena the three Universes are throughly entangled, and not merely mixed like the classical four ‘elements,’ which are more like kinds of matter than like universal modes of being. The universality and ubiquity of the three ‘categories’ or ‘elements’ is a key feature of Peirce’s phenomenology and phaneroscopy.”