How sophisticated were the Greeks, the Greeks of Homer and Socrates and Aristotle! What kind of words they had! Like, the word we have run into recently:


No way to translate it if you didn't know it already! This word means “to drown yourself out of love” [1]. Of course, this would be a natural way for a good Greek to go, after all the country was a cluster of islands and peninsulas - no matter what direction you ran, Sooner or later there will be a cliff. But what a language!
Out of our own reserves the only word I can put forward as a comparable treat would be defenestration, which means: being thrown out of a window. Of course, this word doesn’t specify the motive or how high the window should be. Few similar words can be added to that class. Like, a depontation, i.e. being thrown off a bridge, but, again, the word carries no specifics, it marks nothing but a pure action. Yet, the idea is clear and, with a little thinking one may produce a flurry of new words: deportation (being thrown through the door), deputation (to be thrown out of a list of candidates for prostitution), deprivation (no comments on that one), etc. Remedies to all these maladies are hinted by the word itself remedy. So, it will be: reprivation, reputation, reportation, repontation, refenestration... and this is good, for we all want to be well and sound. There is no remedy for katapontismos, for this act is fatal and final, as a real love always should be.

References: 1. Elena Castillo, One Giant Leap: The Tomb of the Diver, National Geographic History, September/October 2017,90.

Literature, Art, Music. Culture and Nature

  This little piece is about the invention of new words and the causes that bring them to the light.  Actually, this is about something entirely different, but, well, you’ll find this out…  
I’ll give you an example.  In the process of writing The Leap of Faith I came up with a great word, the word I can relate to, and if you’ve read my books then you know what I mean.  And the word is encagement.
THE FORGOTTEN NAME.I am banging my head again, now it is over a name of a girl. I should say, a lady, a genius Southern lady writer, who sadly died relatively young. It happens during the liturgy service, so I am definitely committing a sin of distraction. But it is a relevant distraction... but what is her name?
The rhythmic pounding off in the distance sharpened and intensified as wellbecame a work beat for some army of troll-like underground laborers, performing some endless, brutally monotonous task, wrote Dr. Eben Alexander in  Proof of Heaven, a book about his near death experience. [1] I can't tell that for sure, but I think this was a music from Hell, and I’ve heard it too.


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