The World (n.) is a living mystery; not an unsolved problem for scientists or sociologists.
The World (n.) is linguistic; it is more in the nature of a sentence, or a novel, or a work of art than it is in the nature of these machine models of interlocking law that we inherit out of a thousand years of rational reductionism.
The World (n.) is made of language; it is mental.
The World (n.) is not a construction of space and time and matter and energy, but some kind of a linguistic construct.
The World (n.) is not something sculptured and finished. It is something we make through the act of perception.
The World (n.) is the condensation of our imagination in which we live.