I often find myself pondering at the meaning of words, their origins. I enjoy those philosophical/contemplative novel words, the things you won’t exactly find in a dictionary, words like wonderwall, sonder, pluviophile, nyctophile, philophobia, etc.
Still other words, literary or archaic, that also would not be so much used in everyday life, tend to my thought and attention, words like hamartia, pseudo-intellectual (yes, Woody Allen!), pedantic, etc.
And there is also a third category of words that I like. It is that which encompasses the words that mean one thing, but also a whole other, deeper, thing. And of those words to me, stems the “universe”.
I like to believe the word universe describes, aside from the mystery of our vast, complex, changing but constant world, the context of a single verse, that summarizes the world-universe. A uni-verse for the universe.
But then again, what words of wisdom so short as to not exceed a single verse, could wholly satisfy the cataclysm that is our world?
I do not know, and I do not pretend to.
But the thought of a uni-verse still drives my thoughts, knowing still, that though the truth is not found, it must exist.
The existense of truth is in itself, a truth. That will be my truth, that will be my justice, my solace until I find a fuller answer.
“For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.”
-Arthur O’Shaughnessy, excerpt “from Ode”