How The Mind Does Wander (and Wonder)
A very random post showcasing some of the questions I asked myself today:
Does the brain continue to think, even for the shortest time, after a head has been decapitated? (Thanks to Q Kelly and her novel THIRD for leading me down this path).
Why is the word describing the phobia of long words – sesquipedalophobia – a long word? (Imagine being a sufferer and not be able to say what is wrong with you. My mind is boggling.)
Exactly how blithe do you have to be to be a blithe spirit? I guess there aren’t degrees, to blitheness (is that even a word?) but perhaps there are for blithe spiritness (that ain’t a word either). Maybe.
How many of the words I actually use, would I be able to give a direct meaning of, as though reading from a dictionary? (And why is it so hard to do this?)
Related to the above, what is Existentialism anyway? (Yes, by the way, I was actually able to answer that one. Probably the only one of these question I actually can answer).
If artificial intelligence ever becomes completely viable, will they end up thinking humans are stupid? (Yes. Yes, I suspect they will).
Why, when I hang my washing on the line, do I prefer the green pegs over all the other colours? Am I prejudiced when it comes to laundry pegs? (I quite like the pink ones too, actually).
Related to the above – did that bird really just crap on my head?
And there you have it. What’s more, that’s really only a fraction of the questions I ask myself every day. Curiosity builds strong minds. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
Filed under: Writing Journal
