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Language…oh, yeah

Elephant, Black And White, Animal

I think it’s time we get serious about the elephant in the room.  Language.  No matter how we look at it, no one REALLY knows where it came from.

The first beings that were kind of like us, didn’t have the physical equipment to be able to speak.  Another group, who were around at the same time, were more well endowed, as far as vocal cords and all that stuff went. But does anyone think that one of them picked up a twig and said, “STICK,”  then suddenly, that word was passed down to every generation thereafter, like monkeys using tools to get insects out of a log with a stick?  Or, do you think they sounded like they were speaking ig pay attenlay, otherwise known as pig latin?

See that’s the thing with this whole language mess.  Who made it up?  Where did it come from?  I love it when someone says, “It’s from the Latin word apple.”  Excuse me?  Where did Latin come from, and who, or WHAT, decided what to name EVERYTHING and invent verbs?

I think it’s impossible to find the beginning of language.  Did a man walk into a cave, take one look at the wall and say, “Nice hand and antelope drawings now what’s for dinner?”  I don’t THINK so.

Did Latin just spring up from an old toga?  Nope.  Languages have lots of words.  How did any of them get to mean what they mean?  Who or what, made it all up.

And..let’s not forget that it’s HARD TO LEARN A NEW LANGUAGE.  So, how did they all simply appear, or did the aliens really do it when we started getting cozy with each other and wanted to overthrow them for abuses in labor laws?

There is no logical way to get to the BEGINNING.  Just like the Big Bang that never happened.  When we don’t know something we pretend that we do, or make up a theory and then everyone says, “OMG finally, we can stop trying to find out what really happened and just tell everyone a story that they’ll believe, because humans aren’t all that bright, and we need more grant money.”

How did language happen?  Don’t let anyone tell you how the cave people sounded, or what they talked about on a rainy day.  NO ONE KNOWS.  Remember what they said about dinosaurs skin, until they found out some of them had FEATHERS?  Hard to believe anything we’re told, isn’t it? Look what happened to Pluto.

Do you know that there are words and sounds that you CANNOT pronounce if you didn’t learn how to do it as a wee tot?  That’s true.  So again, who made that up and where did it all start? I don’t believe that Latin was invented anymore than any other language.

I think language was given to us.  Then our memories were erased, not that we’d notice if that happened right now.  We really aren’t that bright…we’re just good at fantasizing.   We don’t know where all the words came from.  And why isn’t there just one language?  Again, the aliens did it to us, but let’s just say they didn’t.  How many words do we really need for STICK?

I don’t think we’ll ever know the truth.  The early people with the more advanced throat things, killed and absorbed the group who could only grunt.  It is possible the less well endowed group couldn’t argue their case, but I think, it was just one of the first power plays to take place between our cousins.   “Hey, look these guys can’t talk, let’s kill them and take the women.”

I don’t look things up on Google very often, since the answers all come from other human beings, and who can trust any of them?  Big Bang, feathered dinosaurs…I mean come on, something is weird in the language department.  There is no way to explain it.  I mean do you think a bunch of guys sat down, after inventing the wheel and fire, and started making up Latin?  Yeah, I don’t think so either.  I think they did a lot of pointing and grunting, just like a lot of guys still do today.

And you know males had a hand in it, since the language is so bloody sexist.  If aliens were involved, I’m thinking the alien males aren’t much better than the human ones.  And I bet the aliens don’t know where their language came from either.

There’s a lot more to this than meets the word, believe me.  I mean stone tablets?  We were trying to communicate from the beginning, but you don’t just develop a language when you don’t have paper, or do you?  Don’t you need a LANGUAGE in order to write?  Duh.  If you didn’t have words, how could you leave a note?  So where did it all come from?  And yes, oral stories have been handed down from generation to generation, no paper or stone tablets needed, but the stories were told in WORDS.  Where did the words and meanings come from.  Where did the descriptive words fit in?  How did it all begin?

 

From: SETH GODIN

Code words

That’s all language is.

“Banana” is not a fruit. It’s a word that we use in English to identify a fruit.

And code words work beautifully as long as the person you’re seeking to communicate with understands the word the way you think they do.

Often, when people with goodwill and shared values end up disagreeing, it’s because they didn’t understand the code words that were being used.

In fact, it might be the only reason.

Yet another sign…see below

you are worthy of love sign beside tree and road

  1.  Who decides who is worthy of anything, let alone love?
  2.   What are the exact rules/qualifications for being worthy?
  3.   How many of those rules have to be met to make one worthy?
  4.   Exactly what does worthy mean?
  5.   Who made up the definition?
  6.   Why does one have to BE worthy, in order to be loved?
  7.   What if someone doesn’t want to be worthy, or loved?
  8.   Isn’t everyone automatically worthy just because they showed up?
  9.   If everyone is worthy, why is this an issue?
  10.   Are these words supposed to make people feel…  Loved?  Better?  Worthy?
  11.   Who is the person telling others of what they are worthy?
  12.   Is the writer worthy enough to tell other people things he has no control or authority over?  What exactly does the writer do that makes him worthy to tell others they are worthy?
  13.   Do we need to be worthy for anything else?
  14.   Will these words be meaningful to those who feel unloved because they feel unworthy?
  15.    If we weren’t told we had to be worthy of something, there would be no need for signs.  Being told we are worthy, implies that being unworthy is a strong possibility, even if we don’t know for sure what that means.
  16.   Seriously.  We are insane.  We make our own problems.  We have be bored out of our minds to worry about worthiness.  Expectations KILL.  And people reading the sign, instead of watching the road, might make them unworthy of living.

 

Being unworthy means you aren’t meeting the expectations of others, including your parents, religion, friends, culture, etc.  It’s that simple.  You can’t be a priest because being a woman makes you unworthy….blah blah blah.  However, if you are a priest, you can rape as many children as you like and you will still be worthy to represent your male god.

Worthy is a word that is defined by people who want to control others.  Name calling, bullying, conformity, and other people telling you whether or not you’re good enough, is so ridiculous, I’m surprised we don’t all fall down laughing, except the brain washing is really good, since it starts at birth.  Worthy pits people against each other…that’s why the word exists.

Think about it.

 

 

Photo:  Tim Mossholder
Unsplash

Neon/words

Everything Is Connected Neon Light Signage

everything might be connected
by cells
atoms
the physical world
and nature
in general
but there’s a gigantic
disconnect
between us mentally
intellectually
emotionally
and in pretty much
every other way
we can pretend
that being “connected”
is important
but it’s meaningless
when it comes to our reality
because it’s simply not true
in ways that matter
in ways that stop
the violence
cruelty
hatred
prejudice
inequality
brutality
it doesn’t make
us kinder
nicer
sweeter
or anything else
the connection
is broken beyond repair
if it ever existed at all
we need to make up new sayings
sayings that are honest
sayings that can wake people up
things like
love is the answer
we are made of star dust
and all the rest
don’t get us anywhere
love and stardust
won’t stop war
or hatred
greed
sexism
racism
or anything else
I’m so tired of seeing
useless words
pretending to be meaningful

 

Picture:  Daria Shevtsova
Pexels

 

Question…words

We all know how to pronounce the word CHILD.  We all know how to pronounce the word CHILDREN.

Both words are spelled exactly same way, at least at the start.  So why isn’t it CHILD-REN, or why isn’t CHILD, pronounced, CHILL?  Why isn’t it Child-wren, or even CHILLEDWREN?   Maybe that would simply mean a cold bird, I’m not sure.

Who thought up all these goofy things?   Things we all simply take for granted.  I mean why isn’t the tiny brown bird called a Ren, instead of wren?  Were did the “W,” or double “U,” come from?  If it’s childREN, and REN is pronounced REN, then why do we need the “W”?  How does that make any sense at all, unless the language is really a CODE of some kind.  A code that was implanted in us before the earth cooled, so we could be monitored by aliens, the moment we evolved enough to have a larynx.

No wonder it’s hard for people to learn English as a second language.  A lot of Americans can’t even learn it as a FIRST language.  The language doesn’t make sense.  It’s convoluted.  I am glad slang exists, because at least it comes from the everyday humans..

Imagine the first cave people…thinking in pictures.  They had no words.  Not yet.  They grunted, pointed, and mimed. They didn’t have the words or physical parts to be able to speak.  No one could even say, “I’ll be back at the cave before the big orange thing up there dies again.” Because there was no word for cave, or BIG, or orange, or anything at all.

I wonder what the first woman who had a child was thinking when she felt the fetus kick?  No words, no clue as to what was happening. And then having a living being rip out of her.  That must have been kind of terrifying, and she couldn’t even name the baby, or whatever they called it.

And what about home plate?  Who came up with THAT bright idea?  Some guy picked up a stick and hit a round thing and said,”WE NEED BASES AND A PLATE AT HOME, home being right here, where I’m pointing with my foot (foot?  inches?  YARDS? what?).  Later we’ll need umps and an out field, but you’ll all know where that is, because it will be …out in the field.”  Why not a home dish, instead of a plate?  Like so many other words, plate has way more meanings than I’m comfortable with.

CONTEXT IS EVERYTHING.

A dish goes on the roof now, and not just on the the table where it gets friendly with the spoon.  After all, the dish did run away with the spoon, right?  Dish can also mean a person who is a hunk, or hot, or fantabulous.  See?  We’re just silly. Really, really, really silly. Or maybe, it’s just me.

Okay, so…Compassion, Kindness, and empathy…

Are compassion and empathy real?  Are they possible?  What are they?  What do they mean?  How are they manifested?  Are they learned responses?

I have a button that says:  REALITY IS WHEN IT HAPPENS TO YOU.  I believe that completely. The only things that are real, are the things that are happening to us personally.  Everything else is happening to other people, even other people we care about.

When the same thing happens to two people, they have something in “common,” but that’s about it. Their experiences will have been different, even though the event is the same..  That’s why they have “support” groups…they have them for those who have had similar experiences.  They HAVE those groups because the people who have NOT HAD the same experiences, are not able to understand what the people in those groups have gone through, or are going through.  The people in the group have a better chance of being understood by the rest of the group, than they ever would be by those on the outside.  Those who couldn’t possibly understand what any of them actually went through.

It’s like that with everything.  If we aren’t poor, and never have been, we can’t possibly understand what it’s like to be poor.  All we can do is imagine what it’s like to be terrified and beaten, if it has never happened to us . Empathy doesn’t really exist.  Similar experiences do.

It seems to me that compassion is often very short termed thing.  People see someone begging and feel sorry for the person, give him/her a few dollars, then walk away.  Compassion, if it actually exists, doesn’t necessarily lead to ACTION.  It doesn’t work to change the system of enforced poverty, or racism, sexism, or agism, or anything else.  The person handing out the money, doesn’t HAVE the problem and is free to walk away and think of other things.  Horror at the system and fighting back would help a lot of people, long term, but then we’d have to work together to overthrow the “machine” that keeps people miserable and that’s just not gonna happen.

People get involved with raising money for diseases, or to stop drunk drivers, etc., AFTER they have experienced a loss, or some other horrific incident. REALITY IS WHEN IT HAPPENS TO YOU…kickstarts people into action.  When it happens to you, you finally understand what that thing is.

I think commonality exists between those who have had similar experiences.  There is an immediate understanding between those who have lost a child, or those who have been beaten.  People can look at each other and nod, acknowledging the pain, that others can never understand.

I supposed we have to define our own personal definitions of the words we use. Those definitions will be based on experience, brainwashing, belief and place.

Compassion, if it exists, always seems sad to me. It’s always connected to something terrible and it can easily turn into pity, or some icky kind of thing that serves the person who is supposedly being compassionate, not the one who is having a bad time.

Empathy, to me…is the nod between those people I mentioned before.  Those who have had a shared experience.  They understand what happened, and acknowledge the loss, realizing the experience was different for each one.  If you aren’t part of that group, you can’t have empathy.  It’s impossible.

I think kindness is good for all occasions…good or bad…and for all beings and the planet itself.  It’s a universal thing.

The other words, compassion and empathy, are too heavy, too negative, and can be hurtful, or insulting.  I don’t like them.  I don’t use those words at all.

KINDNESS works for me.

The thing is, all words can get grubby and manipulative when used by bad people.  That’s a big problem for all of us.  Even kindness can be used to cause harm.  Unfortunately, there are far too many bad people, which makes life a living hell for so many others…EVERY SINGLE DAY.

See, that’s the thing…misery and terror, hunger and inequality, violence and all the rest, don’t go away.  They hurt people every minute of every day and it’s only because the people in charge (government), those who just voted themselves ANOTHER RAISE IN PAY, are selfish, greedy, hateful, completely unaffected, tyrants who never think suffering has anything to do with them, even though they are the CAUSE.

We are all guilty of being blind to things that don’t touch us. We can’t possibly be aware of all the problems in the world.  It would be overwhelming.  We wouldn’t even be able to understand all the horrors out there.

But we don’t really work together to stop injustice and violence.  We want someone else to do it.  Women work against other women, brainwashed by a republican, christian system that enslaves and controls them.  Our problems could be easily solved, but they won’t be.  Solving the problems would mean less for the white males who get rich off the suffering of others.  They encourage fear, division, and violence, because that works for them.

There are so many people out there doing wonderful things.  Getting fresh water for villages, helping women survive by teaching them new skills, bringing medicine to those in need.  It’s truly beautiful.  The thing is…why are those things ALLOWED to exist in the first place?  Why do any of us continue to accept the 1% who rule over us and enslave us?  Why don’t we wake up and say, “SCREW YOU.”  All the horrors in the world are caused by the rich, by governments, by greed.  There are more of us than there are of them and yet, we bow and scrape and nothing ever changes.  It’s incredible to me that we are brainwashed by male institutions to fight EACH OTHER for their benefit. And the saddest thing is that people constantly try to work AROUND the systems that have been put in place to keep the ugly status quo up and running.

Anyway, that’s what I was thinking about on this dark dreary morning…waiting for the snow to begin.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Okay, so…

I saw the word sin on a post yesterday.   Sin is a religious word, as far as I’m concerned.  A word that is meaningless to me and one that has no place in my vocabulary, or life.

Here’s the thing.  WHAT is a sin?  WHO gets to decide what a sin is?

MEN, get to define the word they made up, and they get to tell everyone who believes in them, what a sin IS.  That really works for those religious guys.  By doing that, they get to decide what they don’t want  other people to do. It is NOT a sin to give them your children or money.

Sin is a control word, like most religious words. It’s a word of threat. It goes along with their costumes and rituals.  All gangs and cults do the same things.  It’s what holds them together.

What some people don’t think about is how those words make them think about other people.  People who are religious and use those words, automatically judge others by them.   But those things have all been made up by men, who often rape children.  Those words and rituals are put into young minds so early and so consistently, that the children grow up to believe they are real and meaningful.  They believe in sin and things that are sinful.  I don’t have a clue as to what sin IS.  No one ever told me anything was a sin. It’s a word that only works for those who believe that some guy who made the word up knew what he was talking about.  He didn’t.  The men who hand out words like that just want power over others.  They seem to think it’s not a sin to destroy the lives of children, but everyone else should be good.

When people just believe everything they’ve been told, they don’t actually think about what they believe, they just believe it.  When someone who doesn’t believe the things someone else believes, they don’t know what they’re talking about.

The word sin supposedly means something bad.  Therefore, I think the church is a sin.  I think it’s a sin that the minds of people have been stolen by hateful and greedy men in dresses.  I think it’s a sin that men made up the word sin and control people with it by telling them what’s good and bad, as if people can’t decide that for themselves.  I think people who protect rapists and move them around to rape in new places is a sin.  But the guys who made up the word just use the word against others, they don’t seem to apply it to themselves.  Greedy monsters…those words are in my vocabulary.

Anyway, people need to be aware of the fact that words control others.  We all need to think about who gets what out of what they want others to believe.  I don’t think rapists, and those who protect them, should get to define anything.  I think we can do that for them.  Too bad so many people still support the sinners.  But I guess that word only works for the sheep, not the shepherds.

Okay, so…

We live in a completely patriarchal world.   Everything we think, see, or even believe, is male.  They run the show and…if you’re thinking...here she goes again…that’s exactly what patriarchy wants you to think.  Women have been brainwashed into thinking that what they’ve been told is real, when it’s NOT.  They have been taught to believe that what people like me say about THEM, makes me a bitch, or a nagging bitch, for even bringing this up…again.

When I write short stories where a woman stabs a man, I can assume that at least one, or two, women frowns upon it, or think that I’m bitter, a man hater, or any number of things, and that’s fine with me. I’ve been called a lot worse, believe me.

The thing is, women have been taught to protect men, to let them get away with beating, raping, and killing us, and even putting us in houses to work and raise kids, while they enjoy the world outside and have all the freedom they want.  But hey…that’s what THEY want us to do, and they have made the world in such a way, that women believe that’s what we’re SUPPOSED to do too.  It’s NOT.  We get the jobs they don’t want.  Remember that.

As for writers, take poet Charles Bukowski (he’s dead now).  He’s vile and treats women like GARBAGE, things to be used and called disgusting names.  He’s pretty much a moron.  People read him.  They love him, especially men.  But what female poets write about men the same way?  See, women aren’t SUPPOSED to do that to men.  They aren’t ALLOWED to write that way.  When they do, the punishment can be severe.  Their career destroyed, name calling shows up immediately…man hater (which I love because no one calls male writers, women haters…EVER).  And, critics will pretty much destroy women with words.  Women cannot hate men the way men can freely hate women.  It’s simply not allowed.

Men do the most horrendous things to women in real life, in books, in films, in VIDEO GAMES, pretty much everywhere they can, but women, are supposed to be NICE, or at least SHUT THE FUCK UP!

We really aren’t  ALL nice.  We’ve simply been silenced, written out of history, and pretty much ERASED.  That might be okay with you, but it’s not okay with me.

Men are in control and they don’t want us to have any power at all.  So, they make sure we don’t have it.  You can tell because you can name the handful of women whose names you might recognize (most of them will be ancient).  Even Mary Cassatt, the only female, American Impressionist, isn’t mentioned 99% of the time for even BEING THERE, let alone working the same way the MEN were.   The MEN get all the credit and MUSUEM SPACE.

So, if I kill off a few men, now and then, I think it’s only fair.  I don’t torture them, lock them in a room in a basement, beat them, chain them to anything, rape or cut them, I don’t do all the things men do to women, so I think I’m allowed to stab a guy who won’t let a woman have her tea in a cafe, at least once in awhile.

Women are just now learning about their own herstory.  It’s sketchy because a lot of information was lost, or never written down.  Plus women’s names have been lost, having taken the names of their husband.  ERASED.

Here’s the thing.  Women writers are locked into two positions.  They can write stories that are acceptable to patriarchy, or they can write how they feel and be condemned as a shrew, and destroyed.  See, that’s how men have us shut us up, with no way out.  Fortunately, there are more options for women today, but it’s still difficult and most women won’t read what other women are writing, if it’s about serious issues, instead of novels, romance and otherwise.  Women don’t want to know, or else they just don’t care.  Maybe, they just don’t want to deal with the fact that their lives have been stolen from them and they didn’t even realize it.  And, most women just won’t believe it.  They also won’t believe that things could be, or should be, any different.

The overwhelming majority of men do not read books written by women.  They don’t have to.  Boys don’t want to read books they believe are written for girls.  That’s because females don’t matter, don’t count, and are despised.  Believe it or not, it’s still true.  Girls and women read books written by men all the time.  We should stop that.   We should support women authors and see what happens to male authors, when WOMEN STOP READING THEM.  Maybe that will wake them up a little, since more women than men actually read.  I very rarely buy books written by men, unless they are about science, or a particular artist.  I always buy books written by women.  I wish I could get women to stop supporting men, so they could see what kind of power we actually have in the marketplace.  But see, patriarchy has taught us that male is better, more intelligent, blah, blah, blah…but it’s NOT.  Women are ALWAYS taught to support men, especially over other women.  Gag!

Anyway, no one will care.  They rarely do.  Try getting a man in your life to read your favorite female author.  Not a romance novel, or Pride and Prejudice, something violent and fast. Good luck.

Oh, and it’s not just female writers, it’s artists too.  It’s in everything.  Including how we dress, stand POSE, smile, talk and look.

So, that’s what I’ve been thinking about today.  How about you?

 

So…

 

I heard someone say, “When all is said and done…”  And I thought, when all is said and done…then it’s over.  I think it means death.  There’s nothing left, at least not here, not once all is said and done.  We say weird things all the time.  Little sound bytes of strange and twisted meanings and yet, people think the words make sense.  The thing is, each person hears something different and takes away a different meaning, so we rarely know what anyone is getting out of the conversation.  We spend our entire lives assuming that we are being understood and that we understand…and we don’t…not always…maybe not ever.  Still, we muddle through.  Muddle is a strange word all on it’s own, don’t you agree.  I like it.  Muddle seems warm and cozy like Miss Marple.  Just sayin’.

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