Lately I've been considering the necessity of thought. Is it? Of course, something as natural as breathing is going to be difficult to get rid of, if it someday turns out to be unnecessary. Shocked as you may be after a statement like that consider the word Government. Begins with 'govern' which means to control and ends with 'ment' which is mente or mind. Govern + mente = to control the mind. Thinking, whether on the course to enlightenment or as the loyal subject of the new republic is a clinging to the old world. My instincts and heart tend to keep me out of trouble anyway, although it is aided by some rosy colored spectacles and this old monkey on my shoulder. We have to learn to just Be.
Do words mean anything? Really!? Just lexical symbols to represent ideas. Ideas inside our heads which form pictures of things we see in the world of our experience. Its symbolic alchemy to arrange the letters which mean nothing unto themselves but when placed in specific orders and combined they take on meaning. Words begin to appear. Mastering words produces sentences. Where the meaning begins to take on layers. Words, abstract constructs, Command and commemorate, clarify and congratulate, criticize and consummate, they are the pillars of meaning in our understanding of things. Why have the beautiful ones been abandoned? Why have we chosen to stop thinking for ourselves? I want to see words like philanthropist and cynosure, epiphany, ethereal, soliloquy, potamophilous.
Good night.
Thinking Thoughts of Merry-Madness
Lately I've been considering the necessity of thought. Is it? Of course, something as natural as breathing is going to be difficult to get rid of, if it someday turns out to be unnecessary. Shocked as you may be after a statement like that consider the word Government. Begins with 'govern' which means to control and ends with 'ment' which is mente or mind. Govern + mente = to control the mind. Thinking, whether on the course to enlightenment or as the loyal subject of the new republic is a clinging to the old world. My instincts and heart tend to keep me out of trouble anyway, although it is aided by some rosy colored spectacles and this old monkey on my shoulder. We have to learn to just Be.
Do words mean anything? Really!? Just lexical symbols to represent ideas. Ideas inside our heads which form pictures of things we see in the world of our experience. Its symbolic alchemy to arrange the letters which mean nothing unto themselves but when placed in specific orders and combined they take on meaning. Words begin to appear. Mastering words produces sentences. Where the meaning begins to take on layers. Words, abstract constructs, Command and commemorate, clarify and congratulate, criticize and consummate, they are the pillars of meaning in our understanding of things. Why have the beautiful ones been abandoned? Why have we chosen to stop thinking for ourselves? I want to see words like philanthropist and cynosure, epiphany, ethereal, soliloquy, potamophilous.
Good night.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
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