Data
It’s frustrating, isn’t it?
Creating meta hypotheses based on observations and data,
but not knowing whether they really fit or not?
Quantum particles change behavior when you are looking at them versus when you are not.
Cell mechanics will have you up in theoretical knots.
In academia, when data arises that challenges
the main-stream, of any field you care to name,
the old guard resists it. And they think they’re oh so logical.
To make words, what if we were to use random combinations of letters.
Feed them into a computer,
a random letter generator instead of a random number one.
That . . . sounds like fun.
Such words would be completely free from connotations and double meanings. Huh.
They could be rhymed, and slant rhymed, but they would not be recognizable
as ‘native’ words, probably.
The German language has clusters of consonants
that give English speakers headaches.
This computer would be indifferent to things like that.
Even though language is not “logical” in many respects,
it does have many unwritten rules
that you do not even become aware of it
until you are faced with a different culture’s angle on it.
Native . . .
So they would be alien?
Alien words.
Alien worlds.
Of thought.
New discovery.
A fresh start.
You could not do that with Japanese kanji.
That would require artistic creativity.
Wait.
Holy heck.
Well that was oxymoronic.
Japanese “etymology”
is completely different from our system, isn’t it??
Now I want to go investigate that.
Wonder how everyone would react.
Would academia have an entire branch of study
and writings that the common people
Not only had a hard time swallowing and digesting
but literally couldn’t understand?
The elites of Europe enforced Latin on academia of antiquity,
and intentionally kept the people from learning it
in order to have that knowledge, and by extension,
that power, to themselves.
People still struggle to learn Latin parts of skeletons.
I wonder if we could call them more plainly
Would we have more doctors
Who weren’t wrung out by the spools
Of bills and pages of medical schools
All that precious logic falls apart when you realize how little of the universe you really know.
The surety of your opinions melt like snow.
Throw in genetics to all of these twists and turns
Nature versus nurture
and you’ve got a God-awful mess.
. . . or perhaps a God-wonderful one.
Copyright © Molly Simkins | Year Posted 2016
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