Words are fascinating. How did they come to be? Who decided red meant red? Blue, blue? What was the first word ever uttered? “F$%^” when he/she/them stubbed his/her/them’s toe on a rock? Were his/her/them’s companions mortified at the vulgarity? How would they express it? Club to the head? A new, different word?

Would language and communication end if we all spoke a different language? Because we do, but have just enough understanding of basics to function, and most of those understandings are non-verbal: a smile, laughter, crying, actual physical, Three Stooges-violence. (Why, I otta..soytenly.)

The make up of words is fun to talk about. take the title word: Contemplate. An alien with limited knowledge would break the word down like the title. The noun version of Con (Discussion on “parts of speech” will follow after masters degree is finished) means against, Temp means not permanent, and Plate is something we use to eat our food. So the word means we are temporarily against eating off dinnerware? We are against eating off temporary plates?

Another option would be Con tem plate. We are against tem plates? Not another word.

Contemplate has survived attacks like this for centuries and held on to its accepted meaning: “think profoundly and at length”. But, sadly, in this time-sensitive world we live in the only people who have time to contemplate are the elderly, especially those inexorably (please look it up for its exact meaning) approaching senility. It’s all part of the “aged getting wiser” shtick, a myth which does not take into account bitterness, regret, and–worst of all–reminiscing. They take up so much time.

It’s easy to understand the lack of contemplation in youth, they don’t know shit, but why is contemplation not the norm for the engaged? The unemployed? Those inclined to addiction of any sort? And what about psychopaths? Actually, the latter may be excellent contamplators(sic), just in a twisted, unacceptable way.

It stands to reason(Stands? To reasons? Be right back googling. You should, too.) contemplation must be an everyday act, unless a barking dog is running after you. Thinking profoundly before we make make major decisions in life should be the norm. Sadly, my own experience and those of many divorced friends, shows thinking is done, but “profound thinking”? Not so much. (Fact from the infamous internet: 41% of first marriages end in divorce, 60% of second marriages end in divorce, and (bless their hearts!) 73% of third marriages end in divorce.) Don’t ask me…

Politics are where contemplation would be best practiced. All our politicians never seem to contemplate. Ask them a question and you get an immediate answer, either from memory, note binders, or teleprompters. (Are they Pre-contemplators?) Makes no sense, but the stupidest part is we, as voters, accept it.

Forgive me, it’s a beautiful morning and I made the mistake of trying to write something readable, here, before enjoying the sunshine. Should have thought more profoundly…