Hello Writers, Readers and Authors,
Words on Words
Language is made up of words and is like a kaleidoscope: ever-changing, ever morphing into something new. We coin words to describe new phenomena, new objects, new experiences, new ideas—the list itself is nearly endless. And we do this exponentially. There is seemingly no end to our coming up with new words, even though the old words have served us well and linger on in our conversations and scribblings.
It appears that words themselves breed new words, always producing more offspring than we can possibly take in, let alone use in a lifetime.
Take ‘Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!’ Isn’t that the spiffiest made up word of all. Of course, all words are made up words but generally they are made up to fit a new object or event or thought. This one was made up and afterward given a meaning. Too bad it hasn’t caught on for everyday usage. Maybe it’s just a tad too long or too hard to spell (not even sure I spelled it right) for everyday use.
But even if some of the new words are too long or too difficult to spell to be everyday words, we still have piles of words, like autumn leaves, that are just lying around in our world, waiting for someone to call them into service. I’d like to run and jump into them, to scatter them all about, to throw them up and see how they come down.