I have an obsession - a passionate, deep, unabiding love - for words. I analyze them constantly - their original meanings, their societally ascribed meanings, their connotations (both negative and positive). I look to their surfaces - the way they're spelled, the way they look when written on paper (have you ever noticed how funny "week" is?). Occasionally, when my vocabulary slips below the surface and leaves me floundering, I'll invent a word or turn a noun-verb-adjective into an adjective-noun-verb (or any other combination that 3 X 3 makes. YOU'RE the math major/taking math classes - what's the total number of possible combinations?).
Sometimes, I wonder what possessed people to create the words that now constitute the English language (I really only take into consideration English because that is the only language I'm fluent in).
Very rarely am I ever speechless. There are so many words, phrases, sayings, expressions to sum up my feelings. It isn't very often that I am unable to describe how I am feeling.
So why is it that one little emotion can leave me without words? Why is one little, stupid failing of the heart so incomprehensible? There have been countless numbers of poems, essays, novels, and so forth written on the subject, but has it ever really been defined? Described? Explained?
I have an all-consuming love for words and their subtleties, their nuances - but my words cannot ever fully encompass love.
Funny, how words work sometimes.
1 comment:
Gogo CSE20:
3*3*3=27 possible combinations including those with the same components but in a different order.
(3*2*1=6 combinations if order were not to matter.)
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