What I wish I’d have known since I was 10 is that in the beginning is the word.

Had I been told, I’d have known from the start that in the beginning of everything we know is the word.
That even the beginning itself is no exception.
But I ignored for the longest time that is how I, the world, and everything else I can name began.

That’s the main reason why it took me until 2016 to rediscover everything I know for the first time.

As Ernest Hemingway put it: “All my life I’ve looked at words as though I were seeing them for the first time.”

Had I known what Hemingway knew all his life, I’d have known all my life, too, that I cannot name anything if I don’t have a word for it first, whether that’s Ernest, Hemingway, look, word, first, or time. Or anythings else you can name.

Call it a dream, it doesn’t change anything.

Talking of which, how do words begin? Do they get invented, created, or produced out of thin air?
It’s a mystery. But what’s beyond the shadow of a doubt is that…

  • “Using words to talk of words is like using a pencil to draw a picture of itself, on itself.” Patrick Rothfuss
  • “What a word means, a sentence cannot say.– Ludwig Wittgenstein

Who knows better than I?

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