Anyway, in the spirit of this piece of work being a blog and not an essay, I’ll mention another word. Waggling.
I thought, does that word mean gossip? Don’t think so, but, then again, what’s a word? Well, one definition is that it’s a distinct meaningful element. I think the word waggling is distinct and meaningful and probably an element.
I suppose, if a person doesn’t fit into an acceptable mould they might get waggled about. Or, if things happen in their lives that are different, or newsworthy then that’s fodder for waggling. Let’s face it, people get bored and waggling about other people can be fun. It can be energizing, almost sexual and for some an addiction.
Last week, a person said to me, “I like to go into town every once and awhile to find out what I’m up to.” Funny stuff.
However, when I was out in the public, I was sensitive to the rushing sound of a waggling bird’s wings.
As a person said to me, we are all broken. I agree. There are broken people who are living isolated lives because of waggling tongues.
Interesting that what one culture may see as worth waggling about, in another culture the same behaviour isn’t worth a single waggle.
“Six days they shrunk up from existence
And on the seventh day they rested
And they bless’d the seventh day, in sick hope:
And forgot their eternal life.
The Bible of Hell
“He to whom time is the same as eternity, and eternity the same as time, is free of all adversity.”