..mounds, MOUNDS, mounds..

mounds are trending on river 

so i'm just here to chime in for a moment,

throwing some incoherent thoughts out here~~

1)

it is quite comforting to sit with the notion

that mounds and holes are interdependent. 

in order to make a mound, there must be a hole,

and the creation of a hole inherently creates a mound alongside it, eh?

this feels like a fabulous metaphor to ponder forever. biblical af. thanks roman!!

2)

i have a thing for etymology. 

since i was 18 and realized that the discipline of etymology exists,

i’ve been obsessed with understanding the historical origin of english words. 

words utterly shape our perception of reality (duh)

so i find it immensely important to understand how our words have been shaped, to trace the routes which formed our current language, in order to better understand the truth of history in our society where so much is purposefully confounded and concealed.

there is something uniquely exhilarating in searching for the root of a word. 

it brings a rush to my gut, 

acting as grammatical archeologist,

examining the linguistic puzzles, 

puzzles which illuminate the true intention of a word. 

intention hidden under centuries upon centuries of shifting meaning.

every single word in existence has a story, 

every single word is like a mound

built from layers of time, myth, memory, conquest...

and engaging with etymological curiosity

is like trying to fill the inherent hole.

3)

i really love the etymology of mound

and that the sources reveal it is a word of “obscure origin” .. <3 that's so river

hedge, fence, embarkment, dam.

hand, guardianship, power. or protection?** maybe world?

the ambiguity is intriguing, the complexity stimulates,

and the hole that this etymology fills for me

sings the sentiment that the whole world is a mound and 

perhaps  

our collective human soul is its hole